green cakes and tomato ode

I see these as bright round cakes. Heavy, maybe fruity, the way I like. Just down the road they wait. And shine. They make me think of very tall sunflowers I once saw in a Boston garden, and of a bright tomato my sister there once gave me:
'Tomatoes have
their own glow,
...there it is: on
the table, at the summer's
equator,
a tomato -
an earthen sphere,
a fertile and
repeated
star -
reveals
its folds
and channels,
its renowned fullness,
... It's the tomato's
gift to us,
this fiery color
and undiminished freshness.'
Photo: Baleage, Carterton, New Zealand
Text: Today is the birthday of my sister, the artist Sarah Slavick.
She once gave me Pablo Neruda's book, Odes to Common Things,
translated by Ken Krabbenhoft. Sarah's most-loved ode: 'Ode to the tomato'