FROZEN

by Mark Sinnett (Some Late Adventure of the Feelings)

Perhaps you knew already,
and will realize reading this
that there must be so many things
we didn't tell each other.
Things I don't know.

But I have found mangoes frozen hard
and then eaten late, end of the day
(perhaps with a nearby tumbler
of Talisker or Oban),
the meat scooped away with a spoon
from the skin,

have the feeling in the mouth
of luxurious sherbet, dessert
unheard of.

Which is wonderful news, renders life
slightly more, adds another pleasure
to the roster already so laden this year.

Still, this is a discovery
we should have made together,
which is sort of sad, and balances things.

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Got this heartfelt poem from frances (thanks a bunch!)