My day is almost over
Light lingers on far off
Hills
But cannot hold the sun
That moves below the sea’s
Horizon
Leaves a clue of its descent
In a small pink cloud
Supper comes
When day is closing
Thoughts of those
Who won’t have this
Meal
Rise inside my mind
Fill my heart with a living
Sadness
“Gather ye the harvest”
Of wasted food
Do not throw away
What does not sell
What isn’t ordered
Off a menu
Sold by dates
Not long past
Give to the homeless
To shelters
Where the unwanted
Live
Wasted food so much
Waste
Enough to feed the hungry
World
-2015
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