A Night of Mangoes

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Yesterday, a night while
It drizzled mangoes
Instead of water.

I received a pile of good night messages
One by one, a counted pile,
One by one.

A flash, or a pigeon tail
It didn’t matter that time, then
Yet I drove with the dove
To see the land where it came from
To meet the O.

My heart beats silent, opaque,
For a place like an ogre antlion
That walks on fours, ready and back.