My Fate

A Poem by slfisher89

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As I lay on the chilled plastic
Dewy from my misting
Watching the buggies--
move to and fro
I recall a different time
Family far and wide
My aqua-violet skin
Sun-kissed and nourished
Opposed to the haphazard
artificial glow
Earth-tended care of our roots and Vine
Instead of careless prodding hands
But, this is my lot
I'm nourishment
In the fruit aisle;
I await to serve