Tomatoes, This Time

Exploding, brash September is unloading
the excessive summer it’s amassed.
Bursting blast of cartoon-red tomatoes,
this time: kickass bulging muthas – teasing
with their sly sublime seductions.
Bludgeoned two, just now, in lust – rough

wet chunks – be-flooded all with pricey
olive oil and vinegar, and fresh-chopped
garlic, regal purple basil – didn’t seem quite
legal. Too much salt, of course, which
is to say: about enough. Heady mess of stuff.
Somehow through a ripple in the Big Bang’s

mama-moment, matter coalesced from
energy and shot its wad all over everything.
Nearly fourteen billion years of that have
gone into producing the nirvana these
fat babies bring. No birth’s too late.
But this one – damn – was worth the wait.


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