Ode to Tomatoes
filled with tomatoes
light is halved
like a tomato,
its juice runs through the streets.
the tomato invades the kitchen,
it enters at lunchtime,
takes its ease on countertops,
It sheds its own light,
we must murder it:
the knife sinks into living flesh,
a cool sun,
populates the salads of Chile,
happily, it is wed to the clear onion,
and to celebrate the union
we pour oil,
essential child of the olive,
onto its halved hemispheres,
pepper adds its fragrance,
salt, its magnetism;
it is the wedding of the day,
parsley hoists its flag,
potatoes bubble vigorously,
the aroma of the roast knocks at the door,
and, on the table,
at the midpoint of summer,
star of earth,
recurrent and fertile star,
displays its convolutions,
its remarkable amplitude and abundance,
no leaves or thorns,
the tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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Posted by: stihl chain saws at Dec 24, 2009 4:52:37 AM
It seems like everyone is writing about tomatoes this time of year... very cool ode!
Posted by: Jenn at Feb 8, 2010 4:19:56 PM
Ahhhhhhhhhh, garden season again.... Yeah. Cheers!
Posted by: Chris at Apr 26, 2010 3:42:54 AM
A good blog! It seems like everyone is writing about tomatoes this time of year...
Posted by: Camarad at Sep 6, 2011 4:57:06 AM