Red, orange and green slices, slippery sweet, slip through fingers bearing the knife, fall in a pile on a blue trimmed white plate like the top of a rainbow exposing raw flesh, fresh juicy mango meat, sticky, try to hold and cut around the bone and it escapes through juicy fingers, the peels decorate the compost heap, decomposing, nourishing new life - or make them into earrings, long red strips, stick a hook through them and they'll dangle, dry them first, upside down, like a rose, so it will last years - tie a hook through it and wear with a red dress, or orange, or rainbow sherbet, add a little green if it was picked before ripe and a straw hat would do, sandals complete the look with a thing between the toes that always looks so good, especially on nice feet and a sling back, if that's what it's called, a leather strap around a delicate ankle and a bead necklace made from shells, all different colors pulled from the sea, polished by sand with a big conch shell phonograph playing By the sea By the sea By the beautiful sea, warbling, warped and scratchy from sand blowing over it, the needle bumping on salty residue under a big umbrella, mango colored with rainbow sherbet