Here’s a humorous poem I wrote in 2007 for my book “Nostalgia, Naturally” about my summer work experience at a greenhouse. I hope it brings a smile to your face on this wonderful, relaxing weekend!
Out in the greenhouse,
inspecting the vines,
counting and sorting,
wasting my time.
One tomato this,
one tomato that,
protruding off in space,
landing in a case,
humid and sweaty
with the whir of the fan
pushing air out
instead of in.
Along with the whirring
came the blare of the radio
playing 80s tunes
long out of style.
I cannot remember
when that music was groovy,
unless you consider
the culture:
tube socks and roller derbies.
All of this excitement
made for a pretty dull day
of picking and weighing,
what I call a ripe old foray.
Until I heard another noise.
I must be hallucinating
or are the tomatoes
really humming
to tunes that annoy me?
Over my shoulder
was the distant echo
of buzzing and droning,
I blinked, hesitated,
and recounted my tomatoes.
But in awhile,
I thought to myself,
at least the new noise
could block…
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The ancient eavesdropper 
Love this