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Tomatoes

I kill for tomatoes

if only they were satisfied
with some~ the fat, green
caterpillars -- 

Weeds seem always to thrive -- 
like children somehow in the
gutter – soil of the street 
never needs tilling, or nitrogen
added, handily replenishes its own 
filth and acrid scent -- 

Occasionally one ripe
with good seed is spared
both plate and gutter

then to be crucified

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Joe Maverick

February 25, 2024 at 1:26 AM

May I say.? You have smashed this one To say the least Joe Dimino.' Wether by Design or accident who knows.?? Lol))) I am laughing at myself here btw.'

Joseph P. DiMino

February 26, 2024 at 7:57 AM

Who knows, Joe? I'm pretty set in my ways by now, and a lot of what I write, how I write it, is auto pilot -- I let it fly, hoping something interesting will result.... Thank you my friend.

Hilda Greenhough

February 24, 2024 at 1:12 PM

Fresh tomatoes are so good. I quit planting them because of the predators, and fact I can get them cheap in summer. Your poem about them is refreshing, and makes me hungry..

Joseph P. DiMino

February 24, 2024 at 6:19 PM

It's what Italian neighbors at the backyard fence vehemently debate~ which one them has the ripest, juiciest tomatoes! Love tomatoes! Yep, difficult to keep critters from eating one's crop before harvest; also, with water so expensive now, and considering all the time and effort one begins to doubt the value. We have a lot of local farms here. So, nearly fresh I can get.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

February 24, 2024 at 8:24 AM

Dear Joe, Your poem, touched me in its raw and evocative portrayal of the struggle for life amidst the soil. I love how it draws parallels between the resilience of weeds and the fragility of ripe tomatoes. The way you express the desperation of those who tend the soil, only to see their efforts thwarted by nature’s whims, is deeply moving. Your words capture the paradox of existence, where beauty and brutality coexist in the same patch of earth. It’s the harsh realities we face, even in the seemingly simple act of nurturing life from the soil. Your words have left a lasting impression on me, stirring thoughts and emotions that will linger long after reading your poem. - Blessings, Daniel

Joseph P. DiMino

February 24, 2024 at 11:01 AM

You made my day, Daniel -- to think someone would see so much in this work, and take precious time to elaborate, humbles me. Blessings my friend!