Runaways

It tickles me to think about the journey

treasures in my home made

to reach my doorstep.


It was not an easy trip.





It is almost like a band of

runaways-

jammed in boxes, Goodwill pallets,

flea market crates,

all with mysterious beginnings,

somehow
reaching my line of vision.


How is that possible?


I have no idea, but I don’t

know of anything that is more fun

or a more

simple pleasure.



Regardless of the

run of hard luck or disinterest

these abandoned treasures seem to

represent,

 

I see their beauty.

 

In fact,

I have so many treasures in the back

of my truck right now,

they jingle, clink,

and clank

every time I put on the brakes.

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I am linking to the wonderful Dayle’s

Simple Pleasures

at

A Little of This and That.