Traffic lurching west,
Speeding east,
And on the median,
A lone tomato in the sun.
But look again and see a pair of
Lovely lop-sided buttocks,
Conjoined twins,
A leap of nature,
One cheek riper, readier, rosier than the other:
Bulbous yellow versus petite red,
Inseparable.
My only thought is:
Will it (they) go east
Or west?