Trinkets and tidbits pressed together
reminiscent of a bus with one too many passengers
jostling with each step, each bump rocking
back and forth heaped yet trying to remain
separate in space.
Boxes heaped with rusted bolts and nuts
and the odd occasional I don’t know what
forced like sardines as I search
for the elusive gold.
I know not the name of what I seek,
only knowing when I see it I shall know
that this is the one I had waited for
and I move forward in the crush
glancing here and there
while lost in towering piles of toys and trash
I turn the corner into the fresh breeze of beyond
knowing that today is not the day
to unearth the prize
of a flea market surprise.
Yesterday my husband and I journeyed to Bradenton to visit this big red barn flea market, not in search of fleas, please….I needed a piece of wood or something for my watercolor class that would fit my lap and not be hurt by water, paint, etc….I love the antique areas but there was one crushed area that was filled with to say it politely, junk. Boxes and boxes of metal pieces and bolts, chains, etc….packed so tightly you trip over these remnants from what looks like World War one. I did not find what I was looking for so went to Walmart where I happened to score the last purple ridged cutting board that should suit nicely. Not a flea market find but for 7.50$, I can always use it to cut veggies on if it doesn’t work out for the art thing. this image is not the flea market I attended, this one looks cool (trenton punk rock flea market) or something like that 🙂 Peace and happy shopping folks.
