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I am handed
tomatoes
astonishing in
their
smooth red skins

that slide off
with heat
to wrinkle like an
old woman's
heartbeat

without
remorse, I
must hold them

how could
I explain
the weight suspended
here, inside
of me like
heavy groceries

this big
polluted world, beautiful
in its own withering
too much
I want
to

say

but those
two syllables would
fall, incomprehensible
like a mouth
refusing to eat

so I carry in
the produce, their
straining
plastic lining
and put them away.
been yanking out a lot of these what I call bukowski-types. showing you guys the good ones, I hope.
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Fledgist Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
That's a lovely set of images. Are you familiar with Neruda's Ode to the Tomato?
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kallia-goldenwings Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
beautiful imagery
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anarchypress Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2009
Lovely thing here.

~Michael
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