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Reality At Its Finest

Okay, I know I’ve got to stop. But here’s another found poem, from another set of Trader Joe’s ads. Originally these praised and strongly encouraged the purchase of bacon and daffodils, artichokes and pine nuts, cheese and tomatoes. I don’t know why, but these words leap (leapt?) off the page and caught me.

Take the wager.
Call this the miraculous season.
Look at this—they are grown.
This intense era of your important role—
Patience and presence your treasure
You, supplier of every fork and knife
Every meal, every year.
All day, you served these up.
Did you think they’d stay?

What is it with you
And this reward business?
At the end of all this
Don’t be pulled apart.
Admit, sometimes you want that old world
Perhaps you need, perhaps you lack,
Perhaps you desire.
Don’t be pulled apart from
All you’ve forgotten.

Take the wager.
Call this the miraculous season.
Call Now a Treasure. Try it.
Just think of the possibilities.

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