Ode to the Mini Flea

Every town needs a Mini Flea.

A place full of stuff.

Where you can rummage and go through – someone else’s stuff…

Shelves are so crowded, there’s no room for more. Stuff piled to the ceiling, and spread on the floor.

Turn every corner, to look up and down every aisle. Some stuff has been there forever, you’d see it each time. But then you look closer, and see some sort of shine. Looks like a treasure, that you want to call mine.

You walk up to the cash and ask Jack for the price. He wasn’t quite sure so he’d turn to his ma.

She was just sitting outside, been smoking there awhile. He’d ask and she’d nod and he’d come back with the deal. “Two bucks and it’s yours, you can take it away.” Done deal you respond, beaming a smile.

You trade a little cash to walk away with treasure in hand. Thinking the while, I can’t believe someone thought this “junk!”

I liked the Mini Flea.

I miss the Mini Flea.

Every town needs a Mini Flea.