I frequent the Arc thrift store
in search of various items
linger in the ladies aisles
always smile and wonder
what’s in style.
Often a conversation starts
then quickly subsides
as though we both know
it’s time to hide.
From the ladies section I
slowly move towards nicknacks
always in search of something
to dust.
From there a few steps away
I pause to play
in the toy section
for I swear I’ll never grow up.
Then over to pictures and frames
study photos and paintings
empty frames that once held
memories.
After a short time I
move over to electronics
realize how wasteful we’ve become
saving the planet is not happening
nor ladies in search of
in a thrift store
love.
Ignited 