Aggie 

Aggie fills her shopping cart
with treasures that she finds
assorted bits and pieces
that have value in her mind

the empty cold cream jar she found
is a lovely shade of blue
and the unmatched cup and saucer
have just a chip or two

Once she found a silver spoon
without a single scratch
no matter that her fork is steel
or that the two don't match

the denim vest's a bit too big
but Aggie won't complain
its pockets hold the treasures
her cart cannot contain

some old-time metal bottle caps
remind her of her youth
some pretty stones, a bit of chalk
with which she writes the truth

Though she has other valuables
in places where she hides
her random bits of beauty
are always by her side

c. 8/19/09, B. Riley