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Julius Chingono |
Today I was fortunate
to stumble upon a vendor
sorting out grapes for sale.
He separated
the good from the bad
on a plastic sheet
spread on the pavement.
He gave me the ones
that he thought were foul.
I sorted the grapes
in my mouth.
I spat out
those that were bad
but my tongue
did not find
the grapes all that bad.
It's just that
the broken ones
had less juice
and the over-ripe
had an odour.
1. Poéfrika interview with Julius Chingono: here
2. Another poem by Julius Chingono on Poéfrika: 'It denotes'
3. Another poem by Julius Chingono on Poéfrika: 'False tooth'
3 comments:
I splendid reminder that we can find the good in things others may not. I love the picture - vibrant color and smile!
GZ,
Didn't know Julius until recently. Brilliant spirit.
Congratulations on a great poetry blog! Or is it a poetic blog? Or both?
Anyway, congrats.
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