at 12 by our new homein La Verne theorange grovebecame a refugea place to wanderescape from realitytraverse therowspluck an orangelitter the peels as I walk
This arbor ladder Stairway to a girlhood bondThat went bananas
“Kentucky Mangos”My grandmother grew mangos out back, by the kitchen.She sliced on sandwiches with tomato and mayonnaise.Grandpa liked them roasted, thin rubbery skins charred and blistered.I liked them sweet and red, still warm from the sun.I don’t know how old I was when I learned that these were not mangos the way the rest of the world knows mangos, but bell peppers.It was also the day I came to understand that the south really is a different kind of place.
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at 12 by our new home
ReplyDeletein La Verne the
orange grove
became a refuge
a place to wander
escape from reality
traverse the
rows
pluck an orange
litter the peels as I walk
This arbor ladder
ReplyDeleteStairway to a girlhood bond
That went bananas
“Kentucky Mangos”
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother grew mangos out back, by the kitchen.
She sliced on sandwiches with tomato and mayonnaise.
Grandpa liked them roasted, thin rubbery skins charred and blistered.
I liked them sweet and red, still warm from the sun.
I don’t know how old I was when I learned that these were not mangos the way the rest of the world knows mangos, but bell peppers.
It was also the day I came to understand that the south really is a different kind of place.
Nice twist ending
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