Yard Sales For Dummies
When early Spring rain
thaws the barren earth
peeping crocuses appear,
a signal that town-wide yard sales
will pop up overnight just like
cadmium orange chanterelles.
A tantalizing treasure hunt begins:
no need to scuba for gold doubloons
buried in the bowels of Spanish galleons.
Call a friend to navigate,
move out smartly at 0900,
make a mad dash to every sale in town.
An eye for collectibles required,
most anything old will do: handcrafted
items valued for their patina and charm,
fine dovetailed craft of the cabinetmaker.
Aficionados search for records and books,
a 78 Bix Beiderbecke or a first edition
of Finnegan's Wake, a major coup.
Wedgewood, Lalique, French Limoge.
Pocket watches, vintage cameras,
stereoscopic images and daguerrotypes,
a magical mirror of Victorian days.
A squeezebox, harmonica and
banjo for the musically inclined.
A Gene Autrey cap gun or
Red Ryder rubber-band rifle,
memories of childhood play.
for a fashionable depression-era kitchen.
But keep in mind collecting memorabilia
is habit-forming. If you get hooked
you may have to stand and admit:
"I am a yard sale addict,"
the first step on the road to recovery.
Right after one more lovely yard sale.
Milton P. Ehrlich