A Fistfull of Carrots
I have eaten my last carrot
Munching it, I should say
A place between yellow and red
Like autumn
I saw a question
The difference
Between absolute and relative
Poverty
I have not eaten my last carrot
Shop around the corner
Open to 23:00
Money in the bank
Munching a carrot
Thinking on the difference
Between absolute and relative
Poverty
I have not eaten my last carrot
A lot left to eat before I die
“I have eaten my last carrot”
Not on my headstone
I look out, at the artificial turf
Yellow and red leaves on the mesh fence
A forgotten orange workout jacket
Somewhere between yellow and red
A fistful of carrots
Maybe the difference
Between absolute and relative
Poverty
Copyright © Jo Mykle Hofseth | Year Posted 2021
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