Reach

Two tomatoes
rest on the windowsill.
Mother says they must
ripen red enough to eat.

They are still
white in some spots,
free from the plot
from which they grew.

They can barely see
the white sky pouring
water to drink.
They are not thirsty.

They are meeting
the light behind the clouds.
Coloring them in hidden moments,
Coming to being.

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4 thoughts on “Reach

  1. Ah, the tomato, poor Larry not by his beloved baby paprika? Two different shows but, the same meaning. Got you to smile, keep it up my girl, you’ve got something. Someday, your turn.

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