Enzo
We trudged around the school,
Met together,
We sorted food,
Expired,
Expired,
Perfect,
Boxes of beans,
Boxes of pasta,
Desserts, snacks, canned fruit,
Delicious things that I so want,
But that I can’t have.
Carried boxes as heavy as a pail of rocks,
The sound plays in my head a thousand times,
Clink, clink, clink,
Carried paper bags almost as heavy,
The noise still playing,
Put into a cart to be carried to a bus,
I hear the rip of a bag,
Food goes everywhere,
Like the leaves in the fall,
Blowing in the wind.
Loaded food into the bus,
Vroom vroom goes the engine of the bus
I feel every bump in the road
Crash,
The food falls to the floor of the bus,
Finally, we get to neighborhood house,
Carry boxes again to the top of a hill,
49 pounds it weighed,
After it was weighed,
Off to another room to be sorted yet another time.
So much food just past one thousand,
Almost two.
Celebrate for all the food we brought,
Now we go off back to school.
Go to the chapel to get some drink,
Surprised by an Oreo just for me,
The taste exploded in my mouth like a firecracker,
The cold sweet lemon berry juice,
Falls into my dry mouth waiting to be swallowed.
The day is done.
Waiting for another year of food to come around.