I feel out of place here
I’m one of a kind
Surrounded by colorful blooms.
Who even cramp my space.
A stake was pushed in the dirt behind me
Then twine to splint us together
Like some old man who can’t stand up straight
And needs a cane for support
The rain came today and wet me down
I drink it into my roots up to my limbs
The dirt beneath me remains moist
Helped by my lady who cares for me
Every morning my lady looks at me,
Touches me gently (oh so nice)
And just oohs and aaaahhs
For I have produced three small green tomatoes
I stretch myself tall reaching for the sun
I don’t want to disappoint her
I have heard her say if I produce
She will have more of my kind next year
Wish I could be there with them
But for now I do my job alone
Making it hopeful for others to follow
In my place for I will be gone.