Golden

“Time and fear devour us…” ~ D. Bonta

You ask what I’ve provisioned
for those I might leave behind—

It’s hard to say. I never was very good
at numbers. But today we went to the store

where there was a dollar sale on champagne
mangos. I bought four in various stages

of ripening. One, I washed, sliced, and scored
with a criss-cross diamond pattern, to share

with my youngest daughter at breakfast. The other
looks ready to eat tomorrow. The last two, tinged

with faint green closest to where they were broken
from the branch, I placed to further sweeten

in the plastic bin where the rice is kept:
and in a few more days, they will be golden.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Besieged.

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