Over the desk he tells me of his dream
to plant mango trees in his home city.
He lights up describing the five
thousand trees he planted last summer,
ripe with free fruit and promise.
Explains how everyone could eat,
saving hundreds that starve in the street,
with self-sufficient trees for a small cost.
His round face falls as he describes
the tractors that chewed them down
wrapped in bureauocratic red tape,
his innocent hope shines through
like sunlight on the smell of mangoes
Already he's changed the world.
Sometimes, walking in this building, it worries me
how long some creature could continue snacking
on my body before someone discovered it. D :