There are three types of folk infesting yard sales.
Gawkers, talkers and buyers.
When I’m having a sale,
I prefer buyers, of course.
Talkers are alright,
adding, sometimes, some
erudite content
to these essential enterprises
and, I suppose, gawkers are OK,
searching for diamonds
among the slag.
What the hell.
We just want to downsize,
so if we save the world,
incidentally,
so much the better.
Poems by Ken 