Sometimes, the possibility snaps into place
and the vision of the golden future shimmers before me
with ease, it is within my grasp, things have never been quite
so obvious. so available to pluck from the ready and waiting
vine. washed and peeled, unnecessary to cook. each bite
a fulfillment of hunger, satisfying crunch, the gratification of
friction on the teeth as the food gives way under duress.
I am full. content. waxing poetic, reflective, in rumination.
thankful. it was here, all along. waiting.
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