To Every Bean, a Season
It's not for a single bean, I toil.
I set an army in a pot to boil
for two hours in a roiling sea -
to my stomach, a cruel eternity.
Like every son and daughter,
a bean longs for calmer water,
but this huge leguminous glut,
will not find it inside my gut.
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