Awakening
Afterward, in his kitchen,
warm light streaming in,
he brings out the mango.
What is this? I ask,
when he holds it out.
I cup its heaviness,
surprised by its smooth
tight body, orange blush,
stem a protruding wick.
Does it taste like a peach?
He shakes his head,
peels the skin. Inside
a golden sun gleams.
You are like a child, he says,
just waking to the world.
Whose world? I say
as I grasp the mango,
the flesh sweet and rich,
all the way down to the pit.
…..
This poem is from the chapbook What I Didn’t Give to Goodwill by Ginger Graziano (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/what-i-didnt-give-to-goodwill-by-ginger-graziano/
Ginger Graziano, originally from New York City, lives in Asheville, North Carolina, where the mountains inspire peace and creativity. Her poems have been published in The American Journal of Poetry, Kakalak, Sky Island Journal, The Great Smokies Review, and Front Porch Review among others. Her memoir, See, There He Is, is available through Amazon or http://www.gingergraziano.com/writing. Her chapbook, What I Didn’t Give to Goodwill, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.
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