Summer tomatoes

I remember a summer’s day, walking from our hot car down the long sandy path through dunes spiky with marram grass

down to the beach,

(Whistling Sands, or was it Hell’s Mouth?)

Eating a tomato like an apple, ripe and full of flavour.

I remember when tomatoes tasted of summer

and did not come in plastic trays.

Indian ink and watercolour
Indian ink and watercolour
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