Second-Hand

Second-Hand

Second-Hand

A Poem by Kersten Christianson

Musty, like your

grandmother’s closet

long unopened.

 

Mirrored doors slide

and rattle, accelerate

to an open road

 

of polyester, wool,

leather and spandex;

immaterial, for the right

 

price.  Strappy sandals,

Chanel clutch, mink stole,

bejeweled Maple leaf brooch.  

 

From estate sale

to consignment shop,

the shuffle of goods,

 

of paisley scarves,

knitted sweaters, silky

pantsuits cruise the free-

 

way between departure

and destination.  Pick

your poison; fill a bag.

 

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