The vines are withering
yet a few tomatoes
miraculously ripen
some each day.
No birds or insects
defile this fertile fading.
Smaller and less robust
than its summer siblings,
each miniature offering
packs homegrown flavor
into an abbreviated form.
In three bites
only a memory.
NANTICOKE 1926
My mother at home in Nanticoke, Pennsylvania Dust of the coal mines on the