Choosing Fruit
By Laijon Liu 20090902
Fruit, all shapes and sizes
Red, yellow and green…
In every land and corner
They grow to fill our space
And we, human beings
Live upon this food source
So we plant them in our garden
And bargain for them in market
When I was a little kid
My mom taught me a skill
That every child must learn
How to pick a good fruit
Each their kinds are different
According to their nutrients
And their skin and sizes
Do tell their story and state
So now I am an expert
A specialist on choosing fruit
I read their color, feel their body
Smell their scent to judge them
And daily I go to the market
Stand by the piled up tables
Examine each of them
Like some sort of ritual
They should be natural
No chemical or biocide
They must not be hard
And should be fully grown
But sometime I do wonder
If we pick all the good ones
Then where the rest should go?
Those ones aren’t so perfect
Those ones that ripe early
That we didn’t catch up to gather
And the ones were not ready
But we plucked them off anyway
And poor ones never met good soil
Been sprayed every damn week
And not to mention the ones were taken
Tossed into our truck for a bumpy road
What would happen to them?
Those should be nurtured by nature
And each of them ought to be perfect
But tragically failed by our cause
Should they just pile up on our stands?
Laying miserably for a clearance price?
And still be abandoned again and again?
Then waiting their sad life to rot away?
For all the years I picked the best ones
To follow this concept of living
But recently I’ve just realized
That we are all piled up on the stand!
