I plant tomatoes every spring

Their small green selves

Growing shockingly tall

And flashing yellow flowers

That turn to rich red fruit

Juicy as I pop them in my mouth

I wrote this on a winter’s day longing for summer and its fruit and vegetables.

This blog is intended for the part of you that is longing for a moment in the sultry sun.

Can you feel the fresh breezes coming?

Remember the time you bought tomatoes at a roadside stand. You ate them all by yourself or with a lover or a friend.

In order to write, take your shoes off, get rid of your bags, and all the items that keep interrupting your experience in this summer moment.

Recall some happy summer, some years ago, when you did this sort of thing.

If you do this sort of thing and poems will happen because of it. We need time and space for reflection.

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