In Praise of a Good Avocado

By transit home today, I’m feeling irked.
It’s taking too much time and drags a mood
already low, a spirit overworked,
to heavy slog and whine. My attitude
is tentative. I’m hungry. I need food
for mouth and mind and anything but grief.
Arriving with an itch for solitude,
I take in avocado with relief.


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