There we were
On
On the deck of Picosa
We anxiously passed a bag
We had smuggled into this world
At dawn of our nonprofit service year
We all ordered s
S
The bag held contraband
In the form of dairy
Shredded cheese
The tacos arrived quickly
Topped with ripe red t
Our bleeding hearts had assembled
Ones that were sliced and diced for a year
Never c
Human service had taken our beliefs, thoughts
Turned them on their head, made us silly
Idealism took shots, developed wounds
We could not save the world, perhaps
We could learn to save ourselves
Our t
The black beans
They were the gas
Provided our energy
They fueled us to vistas
Previously untouched
Visceral experience
Away fr
Hard shell for s
Others asked for soft
We all had our outlook
Our approach toward others
But make no mistake about
The genuine desire to hold
Things together for those
Who struggled with it
The fillings, just like
We all do at times
The cheese
Shredded cheddar
It was what we brought
Not much to offer this table
A cheap way to fake being cultured
Toppings too cheap to pay for on-site
Our experience left us all without money
We just hoped it would come together
In the end, when we left it behind
Separate, fr
The bleeding heart t
The passionate bean energy
The tortilla of dedication
Getting stuff done
Or trying at least
I love that this poem even looks like a series of tacos. Nice work there Maki. :)
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