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Douglas Tanoury
Tomatoes
Picked tomatoes ripening
On the kitchen windowsill.
Neatly lined against the glass
In descending order of size.
Always gives me a warm
Feeling of home.
A reminder there's a woman
About, a woman's touch,
A woman's caring,
A woman's patient waiting.
Pale pink growing toward
A deeper scarlet will mark
Them for a special salad
Sometime next week.
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