A not so typical grace before eating breakfast
Blueberry
I hold a single blueberry
Firm velvet
Fresh
Grown in Chili packed in California
Ready with others
For my breakfast oatmeal bowl
I meditate on the picker
Was she or he
Young or old
Happy or sad
Sick or well
Thousands of kilometers
And light years of culture
Separate this picker's
Delicate task from my table
My world
I say a silent prayer for
Their safety dignity and
Mine
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2021-03-02 at 00:04
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