Write a four line poem about something that has been: found.
Another good market this morning, as we sold out of most everything again. Brought home a few cabbages, but those should keep until Monday for our box program customers. Even sold a few more of my greeting cards, which was a big relief as I hadn't sold any in the last month or so.
Looking forward to a quiet day off tomorrow.
Packing up our stall,
I discover an unexpected treat:
A local artist's CD
Sits waiting on the street.