Saying goodbye to Miami...


I'll miss Miami mango season mornings
When I could pause my jog at every corner
To search for hidden treasures in the grass
Pick out the ones not eaten yet by ants,
Their golden sweetness melting in a kiss,
Delicious overripened drippy bliss!

I'll miss Miami mango season mornings
The way I miss my grandmas' cooking
The way I miss springtime magnolia blooms,
Or the bright colors of East Coast autumn. 
Like all ephem'ral things that taste so sweet
Because they'll last longer as memories...