I miss
Frequenting
Junk
Shops
And
Thrift
Stores,
As
I did
For
Years
When
I was
Making
Small
Sculpture.
Bronze
I could
Melt
And
Recast,
Curious
Objects
To part
And
Reconstruct.
In
The
Jumble,
I saw
The
Random
Beauty
Of
Tarnished,
Forgotten
Things,
Evocative
Discards
To
Which
Memories
Cling,
And
Capture
Antique
Time.
I bought
Recycled
Hopes
And
Took
Them
Away,
To
Make
A new
Dream
Possible.