Monday, March 16, 2009

Poem: The Auction House

The Auction House

You can find lifetimes here.
Far more than furniture and lamps,
knick knacks and books,
if you look closely

you can discover secret passions,
weaknesses and hidden truths,
all yours for a few dollars,

all yours to add to your own
secret place, where things have lives
and stories, generations

of them, now lost,
but with the raise of your hand,
begun again.


The picture is of an auction house in Townshend, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.


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