when we are mango sweet
and avocado fat
when we are pear crisp
and honeydew dripping
when we are mint watermelon
refreshing our tongues
in each other’s mouths
we alright
Lucky Ones
& what of the green clover
satisfied with its three leaves
the rabbit who escapes the hunter’s trap
then traipses towards its burrow on its own hind feet
the horse who spirits away
under the gaze of a blue-eyed moon
the rainbow who knows its gold
resides in the curve of its long prism’d reach
& what of us
living all that is possible beyond this black-white world—
aren’t we the lucky ones
miracle makers of a divine kind.
