How does the pure tomato grow upon its twirling vine/ among the garden plants green and red sublime/ beneath the heat of Father Sun, the bath of Mother Rain/growing plump and red that we may eat of it some day and juicily exclaim,/”Oh Tomato from the garden, sweet, I love your languid succulence your luxury of taste/ and our Maker give my thanks profound whene’er of You I’ve ate.”
Take, for instance, this below to the left. “Oh, a simple tomato,” I hear you comment. But more than that! It is a tomato above all tomatoes.
It shines and glistens in itself, a metaphor of life, a sign of
Known as many things to many people.
It exists to prove itself more than mere tomato, but TOMATO!
It is Phenomenon pure!