Four Firm Tomatoes
Four firm tomatoes
left on the kitchen counter-
that's all you left me.
I watched you drive away
headed for Rahway NJ.
Nothing would ever be
the same. Yesterday,
my landlord, Mr. Moanaster
came by to tell me how
all would be alright.
I want to say:
What do you no anyway?
I want to toss him in the street
along with the other
pile of junk out front.
Instead I give a slight smile
and a resigned nod-
Invite him in.
Together we sit in silence
eating our tomatoes.
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