some say the largest outdoor antique show
in the world, held since 1959
in Brimfield three times each year.
under a stormy sky.
Soon after my arrival
the clouds parted and I saw a sign.
I would say “Save me friend.
Throw me a life
preserver.”
I swam on and forward
taking me first to a woman
who I asked “May I photograph you?”
“Here’s my card,” I said, and she said
“How should I pose?”
Then I walked on
and I studied the signs:
I wondered why
they wrote this one
as it was so clear
what it was:
“Great for cooking”
I would have written but no
one asked me. Never-mind I said
as I turned a puddled corner and beheld:
I realized then abundant blessings
flow to me and through me.
I saw
the beautiful bottles
How lovely I thought
they would be in my garden
near a bird house:
this one nailed to the top
of an old pitch fork
contrasting with the recycled license plates:
Maine, I read,
Vermont, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania.
In junior high school in
New Jersey
I played the drums:
a beat or two
with forks and spoons
Have I mentioned there is here
on the fields of Brimfield
a flea market atmosphere
what with Goofy and Mickey:
And Donald Duck:
Once I worked with a woman
named Tita:
In college I was
an art history major:
this painting and later Grandma Moses:
to grandmother’s we go;
be sure to bring along the luggage dear:
I hope she serves us
tea or hot chocolate
in her beautiful cups:
And maybe we all will get
to play with those old toys:
Honk. Honk.
Watch out I am
heading out:
Where are you
going, Bruce,
to a fire?
I saw this old jug;
I thought my friend
Scot Meacham Wood
might like it:
And a frog for Susan;
my fiance, she collects
frogs for our gardens:
Never one to be shy
of color I loved
these chairs:
And this telephone chair and table:
Hello. Hello.
simply for the color:
Open the door,
pull out the gin
and lets make
a pitcher of martinis:
I could tell
by the hands
of the clock it was
getting near Tweet Time:
I walked first
to the great tent of Pandora–
Pandora de Balthazar
A MUST see:
Along the way
there were dolls
in an old police car:
There was this year’s model
or was it last year’s model:
Saw another sign
but alas I never saw
the advertised merchandise:
I had to get to the tent;
the Tweet up
was starting
here my friend
Warren Bobrow
mixed me a delightfully thirst-quenching cocktail;
homemade lemonade, gin, and bitters–I think:
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….
I chatted with
the friendly and fashionable
Anne Flanders,
Managing Editor of Fashion Decor
I chatted with
the handsome and distinguished
Shane Inman
I chatted with
the charming and charitable
Cari Cucksey
And me?
You would have recognized me
by my green sweater
and hat
with one last sign
I saw on the fields of Brimfield
which I believe
is a beautiful daily mantra;
because of the power of words–
whatever we voice
we begin to attract:
stories about susan 