Sunshine

Summers begin withraw mango curries,jackfruit, cashew kernels,and ice applesbut it isn’t until I’ve hada bite of the Alphonsothat the nostalgia takes holdtransporting me to the verandawith the whitewashed walls.To the farm kilometers awaywhere the mangoes are still out of reachthe lone cashew, once a jump awayHas grown like an unruly teenager,drooping at the shouldersThere isContinue reading “Sunshine”