Archives Jan. 23, 2006

Of Mangos

The lush-ripe fruit
Flower gone to seed
Would have me eat her
Peeling back the leather skin
Avoiding those too-tender spots
Calling to me from her stall
I pick her up in fondest hope
Sometimes it's a rare treat
Perhaps most precious of them all
Feeling sticky juices spread
So sweet my mouth explodes ...

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