Ode to Mango

Mango, my fruit,
you’re summer on my tongue.
I can’t dispute
I’ve eaten you young:
when raw on a Vietnamese green mango salad
but also when ripe –
a (mature) mango frisson.
In India, when 19, I experienced malade
when I was told
I’d missed mango season.

by Annie Ridout

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