Green Peas at Stake

Mango for Lunch

I ate a mango for lunch,
in the park, on a dusty bench.
So sweet that mango was,
like the smile of
the Fed-Ex man
who delivers packages
chanting truisms.

Afterwards, being the gullible
troubadour of platitudes
and banality,
I wondered out loud,
in my singsong voice, if
my sticky fingers
were bad management,
defamation of destiny,
or if the Fed-Ex man
smiled, expecting a tip.

But I never expected to see you
watching me from a distance
for entertainment.