He had brought forty bucks with him
But couldn’t imagine what he’d spend it on.
He followed her up one aisle and down the next
Passing tables burdened with crap that
Had the church not held a flea market would have been tossed.
She had bought an occasional table that they had no place for
And a single place setting that almost looked like their good China.
He handled a couple of Civil War books that he already had
And a broken faux Tiffany lamp that might have been worth fixing
If it had been real.
He was ready to slip out the side door for a smoke
When the Barbies caught his eye;
Dozens of them on a back table-houses, cars, outfits.
He moved in that direction and picked one up.
Then another, looking for something until she caught up.
What are you going to do with those? She whispered low.
She caught the glint in his eye.
For Chissakes!, she said.
This is a church you know. The basement,
But still a church!
He laughed and bought six for five bucks each.
She wouldn’t walk with him to the car.