Love Poem to an Avocado from a Tomato
and came to the opera
just to see you at the buffet.
Leaning against a cabbage leaf
in a bowl of salad.
Your olive skin shimmers
like a river at night.
You dance among carrots, cucumbers,
and wear a crown of alfalfa sprouts like a queen.
I straighten my green necktie and bow to you,
then blush red as my suit
as you glide by in an artichoke’s arms
under the rain of a thousand islands.