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Growing Salsa
dancing wildly in the sun
reddening tomatoes with fine thick flesh
ripen in my garden, ready for plucking
jealous onions stalk nearby
in rows, eyeing intertwining vines
climbing to the persistent sun beat
bushes of chili peppers, clumps of cilantro
sway to wind rhythms, waiting
as a lone lime tree watches -
the last squeeze in Abuela's recipe.
by Deborah P. Kolodji
First published in Sol Magazine
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