A canvas of white canvas,
And pointed cloth ceilings ascending,
The merchants are unpacking,
With visions of profits impending.
An art fair just awakened
And sounds of exhibits' transition,
Replaces quiet morning
With hammering's prolonged repetition.
Where once was sod and garden
Is now a vast sea of bazaar tents,
With sculptures and fair food,
And crowds choosing holiday presents.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.