I bought his collection
at the flea market
It made me sad
Somewhat reflective
The collector had spent
a lifetime treasure hunting
only to have his uncaring family
sell his passion
to a dealer like me
I am watching
his objects come and go
Little gems one after another
traveling like song birds
to their new home
First bite of love is impulse
Second is a familiar face
Third is the collection obsession
Early dawn hunts only end
when the collector dies
All I can hope for is
a new face to fall in love
with one of his treasures
starting a passion that will turn into
a lifetime of happy collecting
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