He
dropped into the chair
Lightly
Smiling
at the sun
Shinning
in streams
From
the old front window
With
a long crooked finger
Raised
to his thin lips
And
a wink of his eye
He
has a secret to share
The
green crystal dish
With
the cut class lid
Is
filled with small packages
Shiny
purple labels
Wrapped
around soft black cubes
He
smiles knowingly
As
I bite in
Experiencing
the treat
For
the first time
The
sun still filters in
Now
falling across my face
I
chew deeply
Licorice
filling my senses
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