Write a four line poem about: finality.
Market went much better than expected today, as we only came home with about four of the 160'ish pounds of apricots we brought with us. Plus the blackberries, raspberries, gold plums, pickling cukes, and green beans all sold out.
It's always nice at the end of the market when we only have enough stuff left for one table and the other two tables are already folded up and waiting to go in the truck.
Day off tomorrow. Maybe I'll use part of it to get caught up on comments.
The words were soft,
But heavy with finality:
Do it again,
I'll respond with lethality.