During the pandemic I missed Flea Markets. Especially
the Grand Bazaar right across the street. Tomorrow
they’re opening again. At last.
Many people I know are getting rid of things.
Not me. I can’t just walk by a flea market ever.
Just walk by. And this weekend after
All This Time flea market across the street
will open again.
There is Absolutely Nothing That I Need.
Nothing I am Looking For.
But I search for what I didn’t know before
until I see it there,
innocent and unexpected, often unfamiliar:
small lacquer bowls from the Himalayas,
earrings an odd shade of yellow or green,
guatemalan frog, vintage handbag
with a Queen Elizabeth clasp, 50’s
bag for lipstick and keys.
Tomorrow I will walk through
Grand Bazaar in the schoolyard across the street,
a market I have walked through thousands of times,
always finding something unexpected,
something I didn’t know I needed.
Please share photos of what you find!
Flea market sister-in-kind! Hope you found a treasure!