I am kind of addicted to going to the flea market. I tend to wander around aimlessly with a bagel and a cup of coffee like an anthropologist. I like to see the things that people are getting rid of and I almost always end up with some treasure myself. It's fun. It's almost like you bring home a part of this person you've never meet and form a bond with someone out in the six degrees of separation.
I've been writing poetry all my life in some form or another. And I teach writing, so that's a good excuse. When my students are writing I always like to write along with them in the hopes that I inspire them to see that it isn't just a one shot operation. It's something that's in your spirit forever.
Flea market treasures
found midst heaps of cast—off junk
start a second life.
