sour mangoes


Eating sour mango in the sun
we talk about money, children
the things of life.

A mama tells me that in
Malawi children come first
as long as there is food
on the table.

They play, dusty beside us,
sour mango juice on
my fingers and swatting
flies from my side.

Here, yes, life is
simpler, these things
like children and food,
a roof overhead, the
only worries. God
will provide the rest.

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