Evocation of the Thrift Store Gods
Hail to the gods of the pilling sweater
The ripped jeans and the sneakers weathered.
To the knick-knacks and the tchotckis, the pans and pots
The khaki pants and the outdated tops.
To the spirits of the water-stained kettles
The old souls of assorted metals
Abandoned candles and rubber stamps
Ceramic figures and white elephants.
Hail the thrift store gods and sprites
To ask for good fortune, we drink to your might.
For what we find may not be what we seek,
But maybe we’ll find it sometime next week.