The bright yellow banana
lay cradled in a bowl of beauty —
all by itself.

I walked by, resisting
the first motions of saliva on my tongue
that introduced temptation.

But that ended with some hesitation
and soon I found myself
peeling the disposable skin
that offered easy access
to the soft taste of its unusual blessings.

Soon I began to think of those people
who harvested this fruit –
people far away
and likely not as fortunate as I.

Their lives will always be deprived of my scrutiny
but I will still give them mild recognition
for their aiding and abetting my digestion.

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