Rummage Sale

The woman in charge keeps her back to the table,
the reason everyone has come.
 
Baby clothes.
Get there early or they go.
 
Jumpsuits, onesies, bibs and overalls.
Mostly yellow, as if she didn't really want to know.
 
Unusual, this restraint, a throwback even.
No gender reveal, no party thrown, no extra gifts.
 
Baby Clothes (Unworn).
 
The sign itself
(the parenthesis of course)
stops me briefly
 
Long enough to lose out to another mother,
quicksilver thief.
 
Owner now of something perfect,
something imagined
 
Something lost.