David Smalling Poet Rhyme

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.

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