never a pinch,
get something that sweet
on your fingers
Mama make you wash your hands.
Salt is something
a cook can rub together,
smile come across your face
cool as a cloud of Vidalia onions
and sweet celery.
People with real jobs
get equal at lunch,
briefcases and bandanas
led by their bellies.
Day will come
we'll pass our hearts
easy as pepper
at the Lord's Table.
Right now, eyes big as
sliced tomatoes,
we put in our order
and wait for grace.
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