peddle your priceless
garbage infested trinkets
to those with low brow
fantastical fancies
 |
| garbage candy |
perhaps one with a crude
heart may be exposed
to subjects that coat
the inner blanket
of global antiquities
with layered golden
treats only a carefully
crafted eye
can curate
rummage your soul
discover your possessions
funny thing, the first word
of this poem is “peddle”
it\’ll always bring
a smile to my face regardless
of merchandise — as it reminds
me of my favourite
childhood story Anne
(spelled with an e)
of Green Gables
as it resulted
in green…
in green…
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