A Tomato and Squash Liturgy
Plump beauty blossoms from yellow flower
A scent light and so distinct that it need no simile.
It is blushing life bursting from yard.
It is work completed
It is craft mastered
It is beautiful
Wilted, pale flowers and flaccid stems.
overtaken by weeds, the bed brims death.
A bug its wretch, sucking sap so there is no fruit to fetch
It is work
It is craft
Both reside side by side in the care of I
If not careful I will miss the beauty for death
or the sorrow for beauty
Life lived will be missed; displaced by illusion
Life is beauty
Life is sorrow
Life is both