Sunday Flea Market in New York   

   
by Thomas Carper

 Thomas Carper reads 

Sunday Flea Market in New York



in RealAudio format.
     

   
The city's towers rise as if to touch
Realms of the spirit sensed above the sky,
But here, where moth and rust corrupt, we're much
More eager to find treasures we can buy—
Remembered relics of our youthful years,
The clothes and jewelry that were once in style,
Records whose songs are echoing in our ears,
Those cartoon books that still can bring a smile.
We finger everything. We ask the price
From smiling vendors, glad to make the deal
That lets us carry home a something nice
To lift our morning souls and make us feel
Here, for a moment, we can end our search
For . . . what? Come in! It's everybody's church.

      Able Muse

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