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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 Dimino
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