You're just a tomato plant,
but I swear
those leaves wave at me
like we’ve known each other
for years.
Your fruit hangs low,
pink as shy roses,
like you're blushing
from the sun’s
attention.
I check on you
more than my emails.
You're the best thing
I’ve grown
all year.
About the Creator
E. C. Mira
I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.
www.poetrybyecmira.com
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