Mornin’… more Thrift Shop Poetry
I visited the Galapagos Islands
on aisle three with the twins, Dawn
and Bobby B. They were headed that way
I thought what the hell, I’ll join them.
They were pretty sure they had relatives
there cause they had that look about them
I’m mean… every one said they had that
resemblance.
No dispute from me, no way. There
was wisdom poised over the tank tops
and shorts. I was determined to linger
and see what summer wear had to say.
A pair of plaid capris wiggled off the hanger
“Pick me please.” Dawn and Bobby B
just stared right through me so I hung
them back up and reached for the blue
linen ones. They clearly approved.
Not much into skimpy tank tops
Even tho’ Dawn gave a wink and a nod
for a tight black one with a hot pink
rhinestone butterfly across the bosom
I carted it to please her thinking $2.80
wasn’t too much to lose snatching the
tye dye multicolored one next to it
for $1.61 to please myself just incase
The Galapagos of shorts and tank tops
an island in a sea of winter’s end
infused the hope of summer fun
Bobby B and Dawn ever statuesque
solemn and weirdly calm remained
to hold court in their mysterious way
waiting for a straw hat or visor to
tease another $3.72 out of you for their trip home
