Grampa's Dinosaurs Poem by Juan Olivarez

At the Flea Market
On a glorious sunny Sunday.
Not too many people yet.
Still very early
But the early bird...

In the middle of power tools
And fruit venders, and racks,
Of second hand clothes
I see the table
I am looking for.

The Jurrassic Age is here
Dinosaurs
In brilliant colors
T-Rex's, Triceratops, Brachiosaurus,
An Appatossaurus
And so many more.

How much?
I ask the lady
In the red HOT PANTS.
She looks down trying to look serious
One dollar each, she says.

I'll take all of them I say
What will you throw in extra
She smiles, wiggles in her HOT PANTS
Gives me a devilish sinful look
And says ' what do you want? '

At that precise time, another pair of eyes
With Irish fire and a voice that says
Get the toys lets go
The things I go through
For my grandkids.

5/25/14
ALTON TEXAS