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[Caris Reid, “Liminal Lunar Water Watcher,” 2016; courtesy deVerse poetry pub]

Door to Decision

Here, in this space between sweet and salty,

A fruit called mango hangs from a tree.

Should one pick the tree dry,

Deciding there and then, what a bountiful crop!

Some can be used to curry,

Some left to ripen,

The possibilities of sweet and savory,

As wide as the Caribbean Sea,

As boundless as every man's sky.

The door to decision remains open,

So choice can just walk right in,

No humbug no hindrance.

Put some in a pie!

The Grackles will flutter about for scraps,

And morning songs will still be sung by Kiskadees..

Door to Decision © gillena cox 2024

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