For the month of March, I have joined many bloggers in the Slice Challenge of 2013, hosted by Stacey Shubitz and Ruth Ayres of twowritingteachers.wordpress.com. Join us or check out some of the writing that people are doing by following the links in the comments. In the spirit of Poetry Friday, I have tried my hand at a poem that has been drafting itself in my mind this week.
They come early. Can we look around?
We pull out lamps and linen, frames and books, china and candlesticks.
DVDs, CDs, platters, glasses, chairs, a sofa.
We put them out for people
who wants it
A clock, a radio, a sander, a jigsaw.
Do they work? How much for all of them?
Nails, washers, bolts, screws. All sizes. Have them.
Yards of electrical tape and wire.
You can use this? Have it.
Sheets, pillows, towels, napkins with holiday motifs from Easter and Christmas and St. Patrick's Day and Thanksgiving folded in piles.
Halloween costumes from rowdy times--who was Little Red Riding Hood and who was the wolf?--
On tables for people
who wants them
Tools and nails and piping and yards of fabric and balls of yarn.
An unfinished hat for an unborn baby.
Worth something somewhere to someone.
How much? Ten dollars. I'll give you five. Nine dollars. Seven. Fine.
A small vase. Where's it from? Don't know. A gift from a friend, maybe? From a visiting relative? From someone else's collection? Don't know.
What is left?