I feast on tomatoes tonight.
Not the waxy orange odorless orbs
found in the supermarket year round,
but ripe, RED,
warm from the vine tomatoes
with the musky aroma of earth and sky
that wafts to my nostrils
as I slice through tender skin
and succulent juice spills out
to be licked from my fingertips.
Sliced rounds fanned on a platter,
sprinkled with just a touch
of salt and pepper
to accent the sweet acidic tang,
top the list of my favorite foods.
but worth the wait.
--Judi Van Gorder