Circus
I stood there in the rain with
the other buffs, vetting goodies.
The auctioneer began his pitty ..
patter, smooth-tonguing the
rough edges off the offerings.
Antiques? I wore an umbrella
over my face and watched the
eager bidders; people collecting
junk, throwing lucre to the winds.
Not even a blush tripped the
face of that pro as he lauded
dregs picked up some garbage
collection day - what you might
call Sally Ann vintage.
Oh the credible saps!
Hell, old P.T. Barnum would've
been tickled. Now, how to
explain what I'm doing here?
c. 1978 Rita Rosenfeld
published in WEE Giant, Spring 1978
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