ODE Poem: “Good Ol’ Santa Fe Springs Swap Meet”, by Taylor Palomares

Have you ever wondered who made your clothes?
Where they come from, how they get to the store?
At the good ol’ swap meet you can find imposter designers from all over the world.
Santa Fe Springs Swap Meet was my sister and I’s playground.
It was a tradition in our family to visit at least once a month,
almost weekly during the summer.
Mom and Dad would sip their Micheladas from enormous cups
my hands couldn’t even wrap around.
I remember the beer line always being long,
watching the Cover Band of the night to pass time.
When I say the good ol’ Santa Fe Springs Swap Meet,
I mean the Santa Fe Springs Swap meet.
If you’re from L.A. the Santee Alley
and swap meets are embedded within our culture.
You can find anything from delectable desserts,
down to designer handbags.
La señoras will say it’s designer,
but the natives know.
You see,
swap meets mean something to us.
It’s where families gather, memories are made.
Meals and items are purchased at such a low value.
Memories that can never be replaced
remain without a price tag.
That
is what makes the
Good Ol’ Sante Fe Springs Swap Meet
so good to our families.

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