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.
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