By Vivian Tedford

Humble Heirloom tomato (the only kind)
In 3 bright colors on the plate
What pyrotechnic genius came up with this creation
Planted historic seeds
Nurtured you to fullness
Carefully sliced and plated you
Then, as if your rosy ripeness weren’t enough
Smeared you with chèvre
Sprinkled some sugar
Lit a torch to melt that crispy brûlée crust
And launched you into my mouth
Perfection exploding on my tongue
Like crunchy, creamy, juicy, dreamy fireworks