Emma’s Tomatoes

We share,
my daughter and I,
still-warm tomatoes
plucked from
sunbathing.
Eyes closed,
we stand
in the kitchen
for this
moment
of robust
deliciousness,
ridiculous
in its
small scope
of
giant grandeur.

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