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Truculent tomatoes
(which, humans
once thought
were poison)
resent the hot
house separation
wanting to grow again
along rocky hillsides
as red flowers
heavily abloom
amidst the tumble
vining towards
their own choice.
Self-fertilized droppings
roll as far as slant allows:
future generations
playing leapfrog,
raked by wind,
groomed by water.
Green-veined
(like fingers held
over a light)
tart-yellow fragrance.
Marigold-scented canopies
shelter
wild hidden hordes of
pinkish red flecks.
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