POETRY | LIFE | LOSS

The Fruits

Some losses are unaccounted for….

Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash

Mangoes from winter blossoms
swinging in the summer breeze.

Hung from their baby bums;
upside down,
babies of illegitimate thoughts,
born to the early hours.

A few new leaves sprout
on their umbilical cords flying free,
so that they can cook for themselves.
And save the…