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driving home from the city

there was an overturned semi on an overpass

like you hear about on the radio

but never really see.

it was carrying mangoes.

cascading down a bank and strewn across the highway

exploded from their boxes

in heaps of green-red and orange-yellow

that would never make it to the store.

they looked so helpless.

i don't know why i didn't stop and pick some up

laying there like free samples

or gold bullion

or a drunken kiss.

so easy and so good.

i kept on driving.