Flea Market

Went to the flea market at the Rose Bowl.

Crowded and hot.

After a while everything looked like junk.

Sometimes glittering, rusty, musty, junk.

People walked carefully and moved by inches
with a side-to-side rocking motion through
the crowds of people.

The smell of overpriced food wafted by from
time to time mixed with the sound of people
commenting on the weather, the price of some
object, or something unrelated and random.


(glad to be home in my recliner again)