from the mArket
below the turnPike, changing lanes
an
opPortunity
the feeling was familiaR; it was
like the time
mangos are nEver
sold
moments? i Compared your juicy fruit
with raIsins,
covered in cornmeal
ripe for the
eAting
enchanTs
my mouth
as if seeking nourIshment from
gOlden festivals
i
kNow where i want to die
This poem is my answer to writing assignment from a Modern and Contemporary American Poetry class from Coursera. Each line is from a series of poems I wrote about mangoes. The spine spells out appreciation, the theme for a November poetry reading.
