Day 1 - 9.17.20

Future Fruit

It’s early still,

in the day, the year, but

the tomato plant's leaves

have been awake for some time--

watching, watching

the ash fall slowly

like strained breath.

Through the dusty window,

leaves reach like a child's hands

toward the sun, even now

through the thick smell of burning.

The green tips reach still,

as if they can see it,

that distant day when the sun

might kiss us each

on the head once again.