Ode to the Tomato

Ketchup is not a vegetable

I am loved in the raw—
right out of the garden—
sun-kissed or sun-dried,
or, if I’m down South
& haven’t yet ripened,
battered & fried.
Kids love me made into soup,
& when I’ve become old & quite rotten,
I’m thrown at actors best forgotten.
Though I’m actually a fruit,
I identify with the vegetables—
for they let me be a part of their salad.
They accept me,
seeds & all.

One thought on “Ode to the Tomato

  1. Pingback: Summer Writing Mini-Workshop: Writing Tips | Sarah Lea Stories

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s