go left, then make a right,
the woman
says,
as she tends
to her tomatoes,
standing up to stretch her
back.
you aren't from
around here, are you?
she asks.
no, I tell her.
just traveling through.
going home,
going home at last.
well, god bless you,
she says
then reaches down to pluck
a fat
red tomato off the vine,
here,
here's two,
enjoy, nice to meet
you.
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