We will go to the flea market I always love
going my mother did too
I don’t remember my father flea marketing even once
when Peter and I started Seeing One Another
what does seeing one another actually mean
we would drive to Neshanic Station to
a flea market under a bridge and we would both
look separately at everything even
old tool parts. We were looking together
at necklaces once so many years ago and the vendor
older woman black eyebrows
drawn on in upside down U’s said to Peter
(I was standing right there )
Is This Necklace for Her
or For Someone Else? For her he said.
And then she looked me up and down
before she said OK.
I could see you both so clearly while reading this poem.