Melting Ice

Here and gone –
the ice cubes in my glass
on a hot summer day;
hot summer days,
their departure heralded
with fast-moving
that shake free
the last tomatoes,
green and hard,
that ripen,
wrapped in twists
of newspaper,
to a ruddy red,
for the last, best
tomato sandwich
of the year,
juicy, sweet and acidic
– here and gone.

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