It was a maze, a winding path of curios
Mirrors and racks of clothes 
Books and Jewelry 
Furniture in various states of disrepair
Glass and China
Silver and Records
And plants
So many plants
Ivy creeping up the walls
Curios shelved on great tree roots 
Flowers of all sorts growing out of the wallpaper and paintings
This dream is a quiet one
Spent wandering, looking, touching, and investigating
I never do find the door
But I’m not looking 
The deeper I go the less antique shop it is 
And more forest