and, dying, we replylowering our basket down into the open bedof the fruit truck passing byas we smile at each other,me and my Cantaloupe Friendcast our cares as a couple of Pearsset a Blueberry garland on Apple's headwho threw our half-baked fearslike a wooden shoe in the windmill gearsthe turning stopped - we clearly saw:the flaw is in that which finds the flaw!while Strawberry says to Tangerine:my face is redbut our hats are greenyours, the orchard,mine the curling vine...there is One Sun for us allYa subhannallahhayyul QayyumSubhannallahi Amma YassifunSallalah wallah Muhammad (Sal.)Ya Rabbi sali alaihi wa salimLettuce grows in neatly sectionedbeds and rowsbut one days asked the Gardenerto be moved to where the Eggplant growsthe reason being, I must confess,I adore her shiny, purple dress!as Eggplant listened in,she wasn't offendedshe wasn't impressedwhile Potato called from underground:you've got it all turned upside-down…does the Rain that's sent each spring anewto fall on her not fall on you?you project on her your inward scenes,she's a blank, external movie screenwhile the One who looks out from your eyeslooks through hers and looks through minewe all well knowwe're gonna reap what we sowso may I old-fashionably suggestthe Unmarried not undress?we all well knowwe're gonna reap what we sowwe all well know what kind of crops are gonna growfrom each time you disrespect your parentsoh, you'd better hope we don't hear it!we who know: you're gonna reap what you sowwe all well know,we're gonna reap what we sowbut Grace, we all know,can take the place of all we oweso why not let's Forgiveeveryoneeverywheree v e r y t h i n ga l l t h e t i m e?
