A Bite a Night
Before we left Stockholm
I purchased a stash
Of licorice tubes,
Using credit, not cash.
I followed their customs
Where money’s not used
And licorice rules.
(I, of course, was enthused.)
The treats that I bought
Have a lemon-filled base
Which black licorice spirals
Do snugly encase.
Every night since I’m home
I indulge in a bite
Which, aside from providing
A taste to delight…
Brings me back to my trip
In a sensory flash.
I’ll be sad when I finish
My licorice cache.
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