Gary's Yard Sale, the Story

Gary's Yard Sale, the story Authored by Chuck Keys Among the rustbelt cities of yesterday, Along the edges of the Detroit River, A short distance to the side, Resides a slice of Victorian times, Excesses exceeded needed, Where age confronts time, The day before meets the day of, And greets tomorrow. Those in the hood And outside, Meet and greet among The scraps of forgotten memories. Lawns filled with bygones of size, Tables filled with important somethings, Maybe everythings, For important that evolved into history. Where memories become linked, Each to a stored thought, Treasured, pleasured or disdained, To a person, Of late or present, To a future of who knows what. During the day, The history-of and the future-of talk, To each, Of where they were, And where they hope to be, The dust is blown off with the wind, From the east, west, north and south. The yard sale, the graveyard of the past, The arena of the present, Life and death of the sale, Dance together, coupled, Where Mine, becomes Yours' while Gary the Conductor, orchestrates to perfection, The operatic enjoyment of history, Buyer meets seller, exchanges Are made. As is today. Bravo! Bravo! *This poem is dedicated to Gary and Ann Harris of Northville MI USA – May they and their Yard Sales age forever! © Charles H Keys, 2010. All Rights Reserved. V1.4.09252010