sale begins at nine a.m.
i see becky out there
at seven
getting set up with the same
things she put
out last year.
a rusted bike
with flat tires,
a painting of flowers
from a motel,
and a yellow
play pen with a hole
in the side.
i watch her pin
the five dollar tag on a rag
doll.
then another one on
a bottle of wine,
unopened.
a dollar tag goes on a
toilet plunger
and one on a mop,
slightly
used.
she puts her chair out in her
yard.
settles in with a book
by mark twain,
marked fifty cents,
and waits.
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