Poem a day for 14 April 2013: Left

Day 14’s poem.

Left

You never know what you will find
in an op shop;
discarded trash
becomes your treasure;
someone’s boredom
with their wardrobe
yields designer brands
and other riches
at recycle prices.
Sometimes, like Russian nested dolls,
you might uncover treasure within treasure:
I have found a five-dollar note
in the pocket of pristine Esprit jeans ($15),
an Italian business card case
zipped into a Kenneth Cole handbag ($6),
a first edition of Seamus Heaney’s North
with his signature on the title page ($5),
and once,
tucked into the lining of a blue Yves St Laurent jacket (₤35),
a crumpled, black-inked note
from ‘Jean-Pierre’ to ‘Rose’
confessing several affairs and
wishing her all the best.