Ode to a Sour Mango

Conferences and graduate school won today. All I can muster is a haiku inspired by the mango I should have saved for tomorrow...

lips pucker, eyes squint
impatient hands pick green fruit
you can't rush sweetness



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  1. Molly HoganMarch 21, 2018 at 9:51 PM

    What a great haiku. I especially love that ending line!

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  2. JulietteMarch 22, 2018 at 12:02 AM

    Your title drew me to your slice, Alex. Few words (Haiku) making so much meaning. Your reader can truly visualize the look on a person's face when they taste that 'sour mango'. You use the senses perfectly.
    Of course "you can't rush sweetness"! This line I selected could have many different meanings. Well done.

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  3. UnknownMarch 22, 2018 at 12:53 AM

    When you get lemons, make lemonade. When you get sour mangos, write a haiku to keep slicing!

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  4. RajikinsMarch 31, 2018 at 6:35 AM

    lol!

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