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Homegrown Tomatoes, poem by Jenifer Lee Wallace
First thing you notice is the color. “Red” doesn’t do it justice. This shade only exists in Technicolor. They haunt my dreams in late February, when a foot of snow covers the ground. Not ruby, not scarlet, not cardinal. “Pulsing red” … Continue reading