the green mangoes in
my yard are in a hurry
to gestate a promise
these children of a tree
are pushing up delivery
of another birth
their buttery sweetness
into the cribs of mouths
to showers of ooohs and aaahs
and for the world to hear
ecstatic parents
and not see the child
will embolden a few
to dump social caution
and demand to see
what the fuss is all about
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