Today I was fortunate
to stumble upon a vendor
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.
Julius Chingono (1946 - 2011) Zimbabwe
Source: Poéfrika 2.0
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