Another yard sale going on
At the neighbors. A sea of
Humanity arrives dutifully
To place value
On yesterday’s treasures;
Thinking some priceless
Trinket awaits the keen eye
Of a yard sailor. Sailing,
Sailing over the ocean blue
'I’ll give you a buck or two.'
Like ants they gather,
Engulfing the sweetness
Of rummaging through
Second hand beauty,
While a thousand eyes watch
The count and the sticker price;
Then attempt to bargain for
Their own special price.
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Lovely poem, said just the way it is. We all do it, if only to snatch up that door stop that was thrown out yesterday. Read mine - Last Rung on your Ladder - Adeline