BLT
The first tomato is summer’s gift
delivered when warm nights
follow hot days, and enough
rain falls, but not too much.
The first tomatoes glow red
under the sun, grow fat
and happy and sweet. They
fall into your hand as you pick them.
When the first tomatoes ripen
buy good white bread, bacon,
lettuce. Set the bacon in the
oven to cook to a perfect crisp
toast the bread to the exact
degree of brown, slice tomatoes
let them rest on paper towels
while you spread mayonnaise
on toast, layer bacon, lettuce,
tomato, slice the sandwich into
triangles, eat for breakfast
every morning for a week.
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Wonderful poem.
The repetitive ” first tomatoes ” is a brilliant touch.
Delicious!
I can taste that tomato!
The taste of summer! Delightful!
I also love your details: “The first tomatoes glow red
under the sun, grow fat
and happy and sweet. They
fall into your hand as you pick them.”
I love the ending. It’s a bit of a surprise. I wonder if there’s a poetry anthology about tomatoes?
I know what my next sandwich is going to be. Favorite detail: “They/ fall into your hand as you pick them.”
This brings back memories. The first tomato of the season is the best!
You made me hungry and dinner is far away :p