She made her way
every Saturday
with a crisp fifty in her pocket,
browsing through
the trinkets and wares,
books and furniture...
people everywhere;
She would nod and smile
at everyone she would meet...
all ages and nationalities
looking for treasures,
looking for a steal,
looking for some history
at an amazing deal.
She never really
went to buy;
She just loved being around
the sights and sounds,
the smell of hot dogs in the air;
She would saunter along
without a single care.
Sometimes, to her delight
she would run into an old friend,
and sometimes she would
find a book she could not resist,
with faded cover and pages worn,
and she would go home smiling,
feeling a bit reborn.
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find a book she could not resist,
with faded cover and pages worn,
and she would go home smiling,
feeling a bit reborn.
These lines, Cheryl, remind me of me. But the whole poem is excellent. Love it.