June

See how the stem is bent; how
the tomatoes droop over the cage. How
the sun is only a few miles from
our necks. The sweat. Heard about


a story when an angel saves a girl, only
for her to get caught again moments after.


Like the summer we spent growing tomatoes, only
for them to lie on the ground. With leaves, folded,
like wings.


George Dibble

George Dibble writes. He reads. georgedibble.com

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