Tomatoes and potatoes and cocaine,
dark chocolate, avocado, coffee, corn,
transplanted marijuana: feed my brain
and fuel my body. Flora I was born
to love, the manna of my continent –
celebrate with me the gifts of earth
unfurled, new world, by western heaven meant,
that spur my hibernating to rebirth.

Now we adopt the grapefruit ruby red.
We reap and salt the roasted pumpkin seed,
and home I have all favorite flavors; bred
for here my hemisphere, my every need
is met. For I will flourish till I’m dead
on local food and fields of loco weed.