The Gratification of Tomatoes

The farm overflows in the bowl,
radishes climb atop one another,

stems tied soft
like a ponytail,

loose and long,
the green pepper curls

like the lovers in the garden,
I hear them whisper

through the breeze
and the open window.

Three tomatoes on the sill.
We will taste them all.

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