The Seed Of A Mango

In my heart 
There is a brown skinned
Child
Sucking 
At the leftover flesh
Attached to a mango pit
That his mother
Gave him
Juice
Running
In great dispatch 
Down both 
Sides of his chin

The heart's sun is warm

Mouth and fingers sticky
As he runs off
To play
With the other children

The heart 

A world
Where even a feather
Found upon the ground
Holds wonder

The colors 
In a pebble
Deem it treasure

Pocket-worthy