The problem working here
Is how quickly things lose
What little value they have
Even the best goes bad, eventually.
The stacks of apples on display
Like books on a scholar’s shelf
All the incomplete world
Reduced to reliable facts of name and price.
Only those who’ve worked here know:
Truth is a perishable fruit
Drawn from the harvest of another generation.
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