August Sandwich

Damn!
If I ever get famous
It oughta be for that sandwich!
Probably unreproducable
(Not like Mrs. Field’s Cookies)
It could only have happened today
Late August-the deep red tomato
Bursting with sunshine
Against that tomato vine green
The colors of Italy
White garlic in between
Luscious voluptuous
Big red rounds swimming
Like life preservers
In olive oil and lemon
Just the right grind course sea salt
One more trip to the garden
For basil – fat leaves
Stacked carefully flat
Next to homemade bread
Not mine – better
Handmade fresh rosemary
Baked with love in Ramah
Black olives, rolling off round
Threatening threads red onion
Spiking out, don’t quite fit inside
Sandwich out of control
Hard to hold – impossible
Exploding dripping
All over hands and somehow feet
Even my cat laps up the spillage
Doesn’t usually even like tomatoes
Taste buds stimulated
Orgasmic sandwich
Over too fast
Too big for mouth
Mouth and stomach too small
One wasn’t big enough, not quite
Maybe tomorrow another sandwich
Maybe next August
This the annual harvest feast
The anniversary
Of the famous sandwich

Lou McCall
8/25/00