We met at a flea market,
The weekly in Fremont.
My heart – I saw the booth – tripled in size.
I complimented his aesthetic;
He wasn’t sure what that meant.
I would copy his business plan;
see the US from my livable van;
pick all the thrifts as best I can.
He said he had places to go and he went.
I went back to the office,
to seek monetary profit.
And each day – I saw the way – I try.
(Another one of my soulmates, the universe is so generous to provide: http://jerseypicker.tumblr.com/)