miamimango

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...