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Ripe Mangoes By Halsted I am reading your work I feel like a spy a member of the CIA perusing documents that are not mine maps of places I should not be poet, artist, writer mentor you are just a man getting by bad teeth like mine and variable eyes and ears hear either too much or see too distortedly bifocals can not cure ingrown eyesight mental strain is no blessing in a velvet dress. place five ripe mangoes in my pockets the juice smells of turpentine the juice is sticky but the taste is that of a foreign nation drunk with power satiated with warmth and sweetness. your praise is as sweet as the mango. © Copyright 1998, Halsted. All Rights Reserved. |
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