Snow Monkey Plum

Dry, wrinkled, brown,

It lay on my palm.

Her eyes sparkled

As she watched me taste

The salty, bitter sweet.

I screwed up my face.

My mouth watered.

In nibbles I ate

The delicacy. You might

Like it better as tea,

She said. I stowed

The bag on my shelf.

It lay forgotten,

Until when cleaning,

I found the dusty bag.

Smells evoke that summer

The Girl from Taiwan

Gave me a special treat,

I sip with pleasure,

Salty, bitter, sweet.