mango (a poem)




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a sad poem about a mango

mango (a poem)

twenty-seven days ago

twenty-seven days ago hanging on a tree

twenty-seven days ago hanging on a tree in the sunlight

twenty-seven days ago hanging on a tree in the sunlight its juicy golden glow

twenty-seven days ago hanging on a tree in the sunlight its juicy golden glow skin smooth and

twenty-seven days ago hanging on a tree in the sunlight its juicy golden glow skin smooth and its leaves bright green

twenty-seven days ago hanging on a tree in the sunlight its juicy golden glow skin smooth and its leaves bright green just there

twenty-seven days ago hanging on a tree in the sunlight its juicy golden glow skin smooth and its leaves bright green just there happy in its home

twenty-seven days ago hanging on a tree in the sunlight its juicy golden glow skin smooth and its leaves bright green just there happy in its home that mango

nineteen days ago

nineteen days ago in the back of an old truck

nineteen days ago in the back of an old truck jumbled among other fruits

nineteen days ago in the back of an old truck jumbled among other fruits tumbling around in

nineteen days ago in the back of an old truck jumbled among other fruits tumbling around in the storage bins

nineteen days ago in the back of an old truck jumbled among other fruits tumbling around in the storage bins its golden glow fading

nineteen days ago in the back of an old truck jumbled among other fruits tumbling around in the storage bins its golden glow fading ever so slightly

nineteen days ago in the back of an old truck jumbled among other fruits tumbling around in the storage bins its golden glow fading ever so slightly moving slowly, yet quickly

nineteen days ago in the back of an old truck jumbled among other fruits tumbling around in the storage bins its golden glow fading ever so slightly moving slowly, yet quickly where are they going?

nineteen days ago in the back of an old truck jumbled among other fruits tumbling around in the storage bins its golden glow fading ever so slightly moving slowly, yet quickly where are they going? that mango

eleven days ago

eleven days ago rough, manhandling fingers

eleven days ago rough, manhandling fingers gripping them, tossing them

eleven days ago rough, manhandling fingers gripping them, tossing them tossing them into carts, boxes

eleven days ago rough, manhandling fingers gripping them, tossing them tossing them into carts, boxes into different aisles with signs

eleven days ago rough, manhandling fingers gripping them, tossing them tossing them into carts, boxes into different aisles with signs the money values written out

eleven days ago rough, manhandling fingers gripping them, tossing them tossing them into carts, boxes into different aisles with signs the money values written out in a wooden bin with other fresh fruits

its leaves are shriveling up

its leaves are shriveling up the radiant green disappearing

its leaves are shriveling up the radiant green disappearing that mango

three days ago

three days ago laying there in that

three days ago laying there in that same old wooden bin

three days ago laying there in that same old wooden bin all the other fruits

three days ago laying there in that same old wooden bin all the other fruits leaving, one by one

three days ago laying there in that same old wooden bin all the other fruits leaving, one by one being picked up and

three days ago laying there in that same old wooden bin all the other fruits leaving, one by one being picked up and taken somewhere far away

three days ago laying there in that same old wooden bin all the other fruits leaving, one by one being picked up and taken somewhere far away perhaps that mango tree?

three days ago laying there in that same old wooden bin all the other fruits leaving, one by one being picked up and taken somewhere far away perhaps that mango tree? that tree that it once rested upon

it longed to go back

it longed to go back to its home

it longed to go back to its home that mango

today

today one last fruit left

today one last fruit left one disfigured little fruit

today one last fruit left one disfigured little fruit at the very bottom of

today one last fruit left one disfigured little fruit at the very bottom of that wooden bin

today one last fruit left one disfigured little fruit at the very bottom of that wooden bin with sad, bruised brown skin

today one last fruit left one disfigured little fruit at the very bottom of that wooden bin with sad, bruised brown skin its wrinkly, discolored leaves

today one last fruit left one disfigured little fruit at the very bottom of that wooden bin with sad, bruised brown skin its wrinkly, discolored leaves a shade of sorrowful gray

today one last fruit left one disfigured little fruit at the very bottom of that wooden bin with sad, bruised brown skin its wrinkly, discolored leaves a shade of sorrowful gray like a thunderstorm

today one last fruit left one disfigured little fruit at the very bottom of that wooden bin with sad, bruised brown skin its wrinkly, discolored leaves a shade of sorrowful gray like a thunderstorm alone, lonely

today one last fruit left one disfigured little fruit at the very bottom of that wooden bin with sad, bruised brown skin its wrinkly, discolored leaves a shade of sorrowful gray like a thunderstorm alone, lonely that mango

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