Tomato Song
Succulent wolf-peach
Your leaves twisting
Scattered among the lettuces
Your vines searching
Stems grow woody
Vining further and rooting
Casting green fruit
For darting mice
Beneath the thyme
Braving your mad wake
A hawk plunges
Misses his prey
Perches at eye level
A funnel cloud
Of tiny birds
Blast skyward
Leave silence behind
While the hawk measures me
Without fear
And decides I’m too big
Old inane tomato
Cavorting in the garden
Dropping brown leaves and red fruit
Aging carelessly
How long will you
Continue to bear?