Under the tomato the pair of ovals peeps up, a little volunteer. You look like a squash, or possibly a melon, so stay.
Make yourself at home. We have room for you, too.
And I believe I have a little extra sunshine and water. Help yourself. Call me if you need anything.
© 2012, Kara Synhorst
Also find Kara Synhorst’s work at http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/fall-2011/circles.