To some
It is the world.
Oblate spheroid of red, crowned
in stars, vined galaxies of juicy perfection.
Add toast, mayonnaise, lettuce, bacon; a feast.
An eyes-closed bite of Heaven, dripping, over the
borders of my mouth, the bread, the plate, leaving me
with the joyful aroma, sublime taste, a wanton desire
for more, and more and more. This queen of
the garden, this multi-chambered heart
of so much flavor: the tomato.