2012-06-14T00:00:22-07:00June 14th, 2012|Nature|

Petting mangoes

The beach by our cabin is a carpet of stones
smooth and still
it’s hard to believe
the assembly line of pummeling
each stone endured
to land there
in that quiet bay
waves tired out from all their heaving
listlessly slurping the shore.

My son ate mango for the first time today
three of them in a row
we felt the skin of each one
petting them like a dog’s head
smooth like a stone, I said.

This made him laugh like crazy
and I will never know
if he thought of that beach
pulpy and orange
a bed of mangoes
eating the sticky flesh
from between his toes.

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