Having learned the art
of scouting and choosing
treasure
at my grandmother's knee,
I am always seeking
those charming and unusual pieces
with which I long to surround
myself .
I can't help it,
I can't stop,
it's a part of who I am.
Some things call out to me
with their stories
in
their tender voices,
and
I reach out to them,
rescuing them from obscurity
for
yet a little while.
They
may not be
important,
but
they have a voice . . .
a
story to share.
They are reclaimed
and repurposed
and allowed to speak
that simple history
to my heart.
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