Summer Sonnet

Say you are the tomato plant
in the container on the flagstone patio
of her garden. She waters you
when you droop, and snips away
the superfluous yellow flowers.
You are not the tomato plant
in its entirety, in her eyes,
you are one green tomato
swelling to unlikely proportions.
Ants trace the irregular canyons
between artfully cut stone slabs.
Now say you are an ant in a tent
in the rain. She sleeps beside you.
You both are dreaming of peonies.

About Ray Sharp

Poet, athlete, retired public health planner
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