A Ripe Mango

smell its sweetness
like the scent of a
child's memory
soothing to sadness

its color is yellow
on hues on pale orange
smooth skin
like porcelain

its pulp is juicy
and sugarlike
in taste, and
the covering
of the seed is
leatherlike

at the core
it is better

like me, really.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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