Poetry by Jim Nasium
Green Mangos
I heard the old lady singing
on a ladder under a mango tree
her tune was very relaxing
then she translated it for me
"mangoes are green on the tree
will they ever rip up for me
I just can't wait, why should I hesitate
I can boil them soft as can be
"When I asked her "what are you doing"
she looked kind'a funny at me
"why do you ask that Jimmy
you can see I'm picking mangos from a tree"
"I know that but the fruit is green" I said,
"its way too hard to eat"
the old lady smiled and looked back at me
said "tonight you'll have a real treat"
I went for a walk in the campo
to a place down near the river
I stopped by a small dairy farm
bought a whole fresh killed cow liver
I also bought a large bag of rice
it had to weigh fifty pound
a basket full'a fresh veggies
almost every thing else around
I arranged to have it delivered to the house
with some pastry that was very sweet
I knew my friends would eat good tonight
it was me who'd give them a treat
spent some time down near the river
clipped a few buds off my plants
ate some shrums and smoked a bone
did a few lines and started to chant
the sun sank slowly in the west
it was time for me to go back
I forgot all about buying the food
wasn't real hungry but wanted a snack
walked through the gate to the court yard
got washed up in the sink outside
when I turned around my hair still wet
I was over filled with pride
I saw a great feast all cooked up
waiting on a table under the mango tree
the whole family was there that day
as they ate they couldn't stop thanking me
the old lady sat next to me
handed me a very nice cake
she said it was made with green mangos
I said I was full'a steak
she smiled and told me "eat it later"
but I didn't really want to
if you'd seen them picking green mangos that day
I wonder what you would do
that night I didn't get to sleep
there was a snow storm in my room
a few cries for salvation
sinking closer to my doom
I had a dream about an airplane
going home after all of these years
the wing caught on fire and I died
I woke up all wet from my tears
I heard the old lady singing
she was sitting out under a tree
her tune was very relaxing
then she translated it for me
"mangoes are green on the tree
will they ever rip up for me
I just can't wait, why should I hesitate
I can boil them soft as can be"...
©2004 Jim Nasium
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