Friday, May 9, 2014

Flea Market


Flea Market

What they say is true
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
Aged, rusted power tools
Sold next to beautiful lace gowns
An eclectic collection of items
A teenage girl sells her precious Barbie collection
An old man searches for a fender for a ’56 Chevy
Someone has something someone wants
Someone wants something someone has
All for sale for pennies on the dollar
The sounds of dickering fill the air
Mating with the scents of homemade cakes
It is the world of every market around the world
No matter where it is located
It is a very public world that is its own culture
Its own language
Its own idiosyncrasies
And that is why I love it

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