Ripening

i fell into

the company of

a mango pit -

all of it,

fibrous and sweet,

at the end

of the beginning

of the week -

overnight

it will freeze

and distract me -

i’ll wonder about

the rest of its taste,

the golden plush

of

its agreeable grain

and

i’ll offer thanks -

that

there is something

cold and smooth,

this little thing

to look forward to

when i wake

 

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