Secrets of Tomato



Who savors an heirloom

Knows to genuflect

to pleasure

Of nature, of human hand.


Knows just a pinch,

Is just enough

Talk or vindication.





The kitchen table sleeps in snatches,

Wakes if elbows grace its lip.

A table that knows too many fists

Is cheered if blanketed by sounds

Of different ages, cheered when covered

By spring onions and bread and salt.

Published in Still Against War/Poems for Marie Ponsot