If this is going to be...

If this is going to be my last poem,

I would like this to start with a mango.

A mango I ate yesterday after lunch.

Warm, juicy flesh,

Sweet, delicate,

Yellow moon. 

My heart was at content then;

But my hunger is not yet satiated.

If this is going to be my last poem,

Let it end with a mango,

If not available,

An image of a mango will do.

Put it on another page,

side by side with the letters of this poem

When I am gone.