I Have Tasted Mangoes
I have tasted mangoes that cling
Their sweetness to my tongue.
I have seen the white heron's wing
Beating the air like a lung.
I have ate custard apples spiced
With heaven's honey. And cooler than
The dew-drenched Otaheite enticed
A boy's fancy, sweet rivers ran
Their insect strewn fingers through
The deep curves of the land. O juicy,
Delicious moments! The cue
Was the canary singing its prose
In naseberry trees. I hear it still,
And the flattery of my my nose
Is not real. Dudley, Ver, Boysie will
Not be playing in the yard. The white
Thatch that weaves the baskets soul,
The moon rising and turning gold
Are memories of a long distant night.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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