Summer Fete

Garage sales are fun, and summer fetes even more so as the choices are
so many, and all out of doors. Second-hand books draw me every time, but I always wander through baking, white elephants, clothes, jewellery …



voices cascade tent-roofs
while music trickles down posts   087 garage sale
and coins clink hand to hand
in harmonic orchestration

sandwiches, drinks, and hotdogs
juggle from grass to tarmac
table to booth
under canvas or tree

percussion circulates
mutates, becomes circus –
a merry-go-round of faces, names         046
I recapture after twenty years
to pocket, finger, and discover
memory lingers with coffee
lured to present tense pleasure
while the yard-sale trumpets
and last year’s treasures
flock to new homes


A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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