Now, We Wait

One hundred and seventeen avocados

in the wheelbarrow

and none of them ripe.

The weight was too much,

and in the trade winds,

two limbs snapped.

One hundred and seventeen avocados

in the wheelbarrow

and the wait is too much.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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