Mango tree

Houses we remember, in sun and rain.
Homes that lived, cheek by jowl with

The maternal mango trees of summer.
Their shadows painted white canvas.

In monsoon they were painted green
In  delicate taffeta of luminous moss.

The squirrels climbed mango looking
Curiously into your bedroom window.

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