A frail Indonesian
with the sharp sickle,
paces up and down, inspects
the propitious fruit. Hooks it
makes a strong pluck. The fruit stays
unaffected. He gets harder. Detects
a slight movement. Holds his breath
involves higher energy this occasion.
The huge fruit tumbles down
like a bombshell.
Awesome! I shout.
It is wonderful. An enigma
Inverse proportion.The strength
and the size, the consequent
as the antecedent. I refer
Euclid, ‘The ratio of the
reciprocals of two quantities”,
force and weight.
I calculate, tabulate,
compute. Interim,
he has harvested
three tons of fruits.
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