Know what you have
Now they are ripe mangoes,
Yellow with promise.
Time after time
Gatherers have missed the yellow gaze
On their way to thickets of banana joy
Have sunk in the swamp of disappointment.
These mangoes here
Have not tasted the palms of hungry hands
These mangoes here
Have not been told how ripe they are;
They sit thus, wondering:
“Ripe? What are these peaches talking about?”
© Emmanuel Sigauke 2008
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