if he or she isn't that already,
is that the cultivator of a papaya tree,
the leaf of which is a long-fingered hand on a mincy wrist,
should be called a papayatrist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I first tasted papaya in 1962 in Brazil. Thought those purple seeds looked tasty. They were not, but the orange flesh was.
Thanks Kim. Your first experience turned you into a papayaphile.