357 Auction after thought

Someone is dead.
I know because the auctioneer,
in babbling auctionese,
is ridding the stuff once filling
the deceased’s life
For box lots of locks and hinges.
saws-alls, picture frames, china dolls,
frilly lace, tea cups and plates, “La Moge!”,
a Queen sized bed, where once,
perhaps, the deceased was king,
I flash my number to place my bids,
cheap at a dime on the dollar.
Early next morning, my treasure stored,
I stare, awaiting the uncertain
rising of the sun.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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