American Stew Parable

Just like that,
there were so many bones
in the stew that 
it became a chore to eat.
We choked and sucked around them
but were only made more hungry
by the effort needed
to feed.

Slowly, we gained confidence;
bit down, chewed through,

and learned from that
that inside each bone
was a center as full of flavor
as any of the softer meat;

while the work became
no easier, in the end
we were stronger and less inclined
to treat ease 
as a birthright worth its taste.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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