Forty five degrees at night, then ninety, they shiver, then roast, then
rain, thunder, storms, wind, cold, hot, cold, hot,
too wet, too dry.
Curled leaves, stubbornly refusing to grow.
Fiddlesticks!
Seeds, seedlings, lights, fertilizer, so careful
and now!
the audacity not to grow, ingrates,
those tomatoes!
let the sun shine on their leaves,
let their roots seek the earth,
and darn it, grow some darn
tomatoes before the winter
comes!
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