Poem Of The Day #54
Dragon fruits piled high-- white flesh and red flesh-- prices defer but taste alike. Grapes fresh from the hot house-- red, green, or black, some seedless, some not-- sweet, ripe, and shapely not really organic, but very nearly so. Korean pears as big as a cantaloupe-- four dollars each, and I call this a sale. Pineapples ripe and juicy, bananas small and sweet, pomegranate as red as fire that will burn your eyes. Lychee is twelve dollars a pound, but it's only ten bucks one week ago. Soy milk, tofu, bean sprouts all up and up-- nothing is the same price as before. I wonder what the store has been doing? Changing their price tag every hour? Sushi seasoning six dollars a bottle, buckwheat noodle ten dollars a pack. And the worst comes to red bean-- two pounds for six dollars forty nine cents-- double the cost from one month prior. There's a shortage of cashiers in the store, but no shortage of long checkout lines. I read about inflation in books of WWII or in countries far away. Is it true that everyone of us will have to go through at least one big inflation, several recessions, a couple of broken hearts, some big miscalculations, many misunderstandings, several school or office or family bullies, one or two disillusions, disappointments in varied degrees? Is it true that nobody is an exception? Is it true?