I woke with heavy bones and a fear dream imprinted in the
bind of my hips; a tightness
But all was forgotten when I noticed the sunbursts of
tomatoes in the dirt, some I dug out from their mounds, some I rolled between
my fingers
Some time in the night they had escaped the encompassing
grasp of the vine, heavy with sugars they were released- dropping like the
secret eyelids of the weary
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