Saturday, June 4, 2011

The Mango Poems

This mango once had 4 brothers and sisters. It wants me to eat it.
1.
Sublime mangoes embody India. 
Earthy and hot like the summer sun. 
Bright orange pulp. 
If the juice doesn't run down your chin, 
you didn't eat yours with the proper fervor.


2.
Words cannot describe the flavor of a mango.
Today's had yellow flesh.
A nation-wide past-time, mango-eating.
The endless debate of which variety from which region is superlative.
Juice between my fingers.



This mango is cut and ready to be eaten after dinner. Goodbye, dear sister!
3.
Mangoes like butter.
I am told they create heat.
Monsoons are coming.



4.
June showers today.
Cheerful golden balloons.
Mango festival.