Friday, September 13, 2013

Gathering

In some evolved vegan way
these plants might be animal;
the undersides of their leaves--
pale and vulnerable underbellies,
the amused puckering of the spines
then the bright stare of their stamen.

I search for the taut bright, 
the ovoid shapes that nest  
amongst roots, soil, leaves. 
Each tomato's jewel-red slope
finds the curve of my warm palm,
believes that it wants to come home.




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