those inexpensive Kiwi standbys
those thousands of sticky dried fruit
worked into thousands of masses of dough
like this indigestible slab.
It is giving me a serious dose of heartburn as I wonder…
who picked these fruit….
who are their names….
what pay to harvest these dates
slowly disappearing under a
thin layer of butter from one of those
silly little containers …
you know the ones – they tear
and you hook the butter out with your knife…
think of the Date Pickers
the Tea Pickers
they who grind the cinnamon quills
into powder ….
which go into the
Amid the café buzz of unintelligible conversations
think of the Fresh Dates which cost
more than these sticky dried fruit…
The Date Scone
is almost a memory
save for the indigestion….
The Noble Kiwi afternoon tea
One or two of those dates
picked by the Date Pickers
are left beside a buttery knife
still encased in dough….
no the Dates not the knife….!
Think of the Date Pickers…….