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.