A Tomato Fell
’Tis the season, red
and ripe tomatoes overflow
the truck’s gondola,
festooning the freeway
onramp’s curve with riches.
Equally red guts
ribbon across the median,
wheels dodge splintered
wood, a green hula-hoop,
a smashed deck chair. What else
didn’t bounce? A bird,
a cat, a rat, a dog?
Be mindful of the
minefield as merrily
we roll along.
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A poem by Patricia D’Alessandro of Sacramento.
Published on 10.13.05