Tomato, Tomato

Blind and coughing, a showing of strength and lack of sense, someone has taken the life out of a few tomato plants. Once adorning the back fence, they covered their green leaves on the green metal and to that person anything more than dirt is considered a vicious weed. Two were salvaged and a curious look was fired back. Wilting in this hot/cold flash of bipolar seasonal weather. What they were existing on can't be what they're on now. It can't. Surely. It's sawdust at its most airborne. How did they last so long before?

Soon Van

Saturday, 11 October 2003 - 07:46

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