the green mangoes in
my yard are in a hurry
to gestate a promise
these children of a tree
are pushing up delivery
of another birth
their buttery sweetness
into the cribs of mouths
to showers of ooohs and aaahs
and for the world to hear
ecstatic parents
and not see the child
will embolden a few
to dump social caution
and demand to see
what the fuss is all about
I heard this idea that what’s in the frig says a lot about who you are lots of leftovers say you hold on to things cuz you might need them nearly ripened fruit whisper you like to wait for the perfect
clean yes but not looking my best after a shower I need a petal dryer the sun some primping by the wind my face needs lifting to hold proud and high for the public reveal I must bloom my best you kn
but not a close one he has his own residence nearby and calls if he needs me otherwise I feed him once a day leave him his life and he leaves me mine my two dogs are far more trouble than he is though