Dearest Perfect Mango
Dearest perfect mango
on the highest branch,
though I cannot reach you,
my poet’s soul is fed
by your ripened flame.
From my hammock vantage,
I contemplate your magic
while it happens.
and the simple sight of you
quiets all my hungers.
A perfect poem for a perfect mango.
“and the simple sight of you / quiets all my hungers” wonderful!