Ahead Valentine

We bring flowers to our sweethearts
And our dead we plant them
Around us in pots and drifts
As if they might convince us
But we plant tomatoes in the front yard
Where the sun is best and keep
The backyard for its beautiful
Stretch of grass and one Chaste tree
Which happens to be blooming blue-
Pale-purple panicles repeat that quickly
And you've captured my mood
Thinking of all the flowers that lie ahead
Of us and all the red tomatoes torn
And eaten from the vine