Tomorrow,
or should I say today,
more to the truth- six hours from now…
A brocante fair with 500 dealers,
Less than thirty minutes away.
Why did I have a dinner party tonight?
Why can't I stand to leave dirty dishes in the sink?
Why does Chelsea have to leave on a Monday?
Why temptation, haunting temptation going on in my head, "Come to the brocante, come to the brocante, twenty-five minutes away….Come to the brocante…"
Leave a Reply