Donation: Ten Dollars for a Mango Tree

He shattered my sated haze

with his smile, his slick bag

black, voluptuous with soil.

It perched on his pedestal

of young brown palm

and sprouted hearty twigs,

with infant leaves splayed

against charity’s the glossy

white flier.

 

I will plant this gift, his eyes said.

It will grow beside our home

make shade. The fruit will come

heavy, blushing, sweet.

I will take many to market

where father sells fish. Then

we will have more money.

 

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