I couldn't have waited. By the time you return
it would have rotted on the vine.
So I cut the first tomato into eighths,
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I couldn't have waited. By the time you return it would have rotted on the vine. So I cut the first tomato into eighths, salted the pieces in the dusk and found the flesh not mealy (like last year's) or bitter, even when I swallowed the green crown of the stem that made my throat feel dusty and warm. Beautiful and praise worthy dear poetess Thanks for sharing.
Wonderful poem indeed Grateful thoughts come from inner. Love it..