Maturing in the still and humid air
On a steep Brazilian hillside
I deepen red as if blushing
Ready to be plucked and tested
Still sour before the procession
Dried on a dusty rack
Soon signed, sealed and delivered
My final journey nears conclusion
I’m roasted, stirred and blended
Slightly sweet and bitter
Cascading jets of steamy water
Extract my last juices
Remember me this fine morning
As you go about your day
It was my pleasure to serve you
To give you my get up and go
Written for an AllPoetry assignment about personification and returning to a favourite topic of mine!
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