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small hand in
my hand,
and chatted
with the kid,
who agreed we
MUST have kale for chips
and begged for
honey sticks.
Today as we meandered crowded aisles of grains
and greens,
overflowing
crates of yellows and reds,
I watched the
people who picked this food-
soon to be
piled on our plates-
watched as they
chatted and smiled about the food they knew,
like a child
they’d raised.
Today as I
peered into the overfilling basket hung on my arm,
I knew the
extra minutes it was taking to gather our meals,
the extra
minutes it would take to chop and simmer,
the waiting
time for rising and kneading,
would always be
worth more than any minute or dollar I might save.
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