Thrift Store

I walked around the thrift
store like it was a
museum. Looking at the details
of yesterday one footstool
at a time. I passed
the posters of World War
II era, the ones in
which Uncle Sam points at
me. The leisure suits as
brown as new spring dirt.
I found albums that
completed someone’s Saturday night;
flipped through Al Hirt,
Peter, Paul and Mary, James
Taylor, and Ray Charles. Some
albums possessed nicks that caught
my fingernail. Some records looked
as new as November mornings.
America’s soundtrack collected dust next
to discarded Life magazines.

 
 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Devan Burton lives in the Knoxville, Tennessee area where he teaches composition and literature at two local colleges. His writing has appeared in literary magazines and journals including Literary Orphans, Forth Magazine, ALM Magazine, Door is a Jar Lit Mag and Seshat Literary Magazine. His chapbook “In Quiet Hours” and play “A Patron of the Arts” can be found on Amazon.

 
[ The photograph of a thrift store at the top of this page is in the public domain. ]

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