The Scent Of A Freshly Picked Tomato (Poem)

rich with earth and sun and rain

life itself as it ran through seed and vine

heady enough to make one dream

not just of meals laden with bounty

but even of future ambition

other crops sown in dirt raised to harvest

generations that farm and forage

wisdom once lost regained and put to use

in last delicate balance with new

and in our waning perhaps we say

at the end finally we understand how to live

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