When The Ripe Time Comes..... Poem by RIC BASTASA
When The Ripe Time Comes.....
a boy even has to wait
for the mango fruit to
fully ripen
as it hangs on the tree
attractively until it becomes
plump and heavy and
yellow and orange and pinkish
on a stalk that cannot hold
it anymore until if falls to
the ground and then the boy
is ready with it for the picking
and eating.
Sunday, April 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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