Today you will decide

your bananas will not be chopped.
There is no time for knives
or pulling them apart with fingers.
You will jab the plaster on my thumb
with a fist of curiosity. We will wonder
when does empathy grow?
You will hold the yellow flesh
with a grip that melts the middle.
The ends will smile as wide as you
and move on to the next adventure.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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