Showing posts with label pluot and page and poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pluot and page and poem. Show all posts

Monday, July 31, 2017

The intersection of store bought and farmers market


is a simple box of cherry tomatoes as it dreams of being a large tomato.  Or a peach.  Or a pluot. Or having it's own plate on which to reside.  Is this how one word relates to a page where a poem resides?  How far is a poem from the ripe, you ask?