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YARD SALE BOOTY I spent weeks deciding between junk and jewel At six a.m. I started dusting and tagging By eight a.m. my yard was adorned with souvenirs belonging to another woman from another time Good ridance I say By eight-fifteen a.m. the rain came in buckets Was this God's cruel joke? or perhaps his way of saying You are who you are because of who you've been I waited for the hordes (of people, not rain) I wandered oblivious to the drizzle now steadily leaking from the sky I picked up each item and journeyed to the exact instant we met As the memories flooded my awareness so did the rain I snapped into the present as a lightning bolt haloed my reborn passions As a pirate collecting his booty I hurriedly scooped the precious cargo from the light Lest someone glimpse my pilfering I quickly lined my now empty shelves and wondered aloud how anyone could be so careless as to leave their treasures out in the yard in the rain |
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