un-obstructed stroke
driven sharp edge
deep in tomato skin
squirts flew off
showers of early mourn
deflected from clear sun
landed softly on sweet lips
a taste grace with smile
bright slice cradled
on fresh green leaves
soft sheet of yellow
two pieces of wrinkled
salty flesh; balance
between heat-crunch
over inflated membrane
from grass nurtured by wind
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