Oda

Last weekend Charlotte and I celebrated our seven year anniversary by falling in a river and then getting chased by bulls (see this and this).

In honour of the itchy milestone I wrote out the start to our favourite poem by our favourite Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda (well, top five at least). It's Oda Al Tomate, an ode to tomatoes.

The street

full of tomatoes

midday, summer

the light

is, um, halved ... like a tomato

it runs

in the street

the juice

Here it is in a frame on a wall.