Farmer's Market
Deep dark clouds drift through my day
Threatening rain showers typical of May,
On the horizon I see sunshine coming my way
Certainly, I hope so, for this coming Saturday.
For it’s opening day at the Farmer’s Market
I’ll drive my car there, have someone park it,
I’ll shop ‘til I drop with nothing on my docket
Then stupidly pay too much at the supermarket.
Written May 4, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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