On Writing

Poem 227 – Onion

Onion

an onion from the garden
pushes purple into a sea 
of vibrant red tomatoes 
so ripe they’re splitting open

the onion – looks like an onion
smells like an onion
layers like an onion but it 
is not fully grown

beside the tomatoes 
an onion leans toward 
sunlight lashing out
on the kitchen counter

I am the onion leaning toward the light for growth

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