A weekend
Where I can make some extra cash
Friday is for cleaning out the closet
And basement
Making sure I'm okay
With everything that's been marked
With those little stickers that say $5
Or in some cases $1
Marking boxes with 25 cents
For everything in it
Saturday
Is for waking up early
Baking some cinnamon rolls
And sitting out in the garage
Waiting for customers
Putting on a smile
And bargaining with everyone who comes by
Saturday is the day
I make my money
And Sunday
Is when I head on out
To where other neighborhoods are having their own sales
Always go to the rich ones
There I can pretend to be someone else
Someone who also lives in these giant
White
Cookie cutter houses
Perhaps they all look the same
Just like where I'm from
But here
They're bigger
Grander
Nicer
And probably have a pool
Here the prices are higher
But only by about
Three or six dollars
Because these rich people
Just want this junk out of their way
But to me
It's treasure
So much treasure
That I couldn't imagine buying brand new
At retail price
Garage sale weekends
Are my favorite
Because I can get some extra cash
And pretend I'm someone else
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
