Jesse Dart

In the midst of the shadow of summer, looming over our heads, about to come, but not quite here yet.The moon, so low some evenings in the horizon, looks at us with its big eye.
And the tomatoes come in, slowly at first, but then, with all of the vengeance and might of a strong warrior
ready to fight.

And this, the lonely tomato, stands at the forefront of the memories, and expectations of a summers day.