On top of the table
at the brocante
but two dogs sat on top of boxes of old postcards.
The brocante dealer tried to reassure me,
"They're not mean, just playful."
"Lucky for me," I tried to smile, "I do not need anymore postcards."
Brocante with dogs. Is someone, somewhere trying to tell me something?
What would I have done if those little critters were hopping about on a brocante table that had everything I ever had hoped to find?
Good question, and so happy I did not have to confront that issue.
Dog gone it!