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The Rotting Tomato
A rotting tomato sits before me
and I in my wicker chair
in full sullen curiosity
pull back it's wilting hair
the whole stem comes off
in just my gentle touch
who knew that one small thing
could be just way too much
but I continue onward
as I dig my fingernail in
poking into the collapsing flesh
separating from moldy skin
a fruit that once was
now a fruit no longer
it's red, rotting juices stain my white porch. sitting back in my wicker chair
wiping the tomato traces off my hands
I rock gently
after all...
It's not my fault the tomato got moldy
© NorMel
#Poetizer
and I in my wicker chair
in full sullen curiosity
pull back it's wilting hair
the whole stem comes off
in just my gentle touch
who knew that one small thing
could be just way too much
but I continue onward
as I dig my fingernail in
poking into the collapsing flesh
separating from moldy skin
a fruit that once was
now a fruit no longer
it's red, rotting juices stain my white porch. sitting back in my wicker chair
wiping the tomato traces off my hands
I rock gently
after all...
It's not my fault the tomato got moldy
© NorMel
#Poetizer
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