Food

859396_10152610814810352_1980059782_oSoba, Chilled.

My insatiable tongue dives
into a tangy wasabi pond
slosh, splatter
seaweed and scallion intertwined in
a mincing race to my sinus
Competition to win grimace over
to the knitted green and elbony
together an enlightened weave
of historic insight in modern chopsticks
clicking away, to devour
a fusion of time and culture across space
Soba in a bowl-chilled-
down in the middle of April
on a hot and sunny Chicago mid-afternoon.

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