Netana Markovitz

Delectable, Delicious, Delightful

Momís car rolls in.
I hear the ripple of grocery bags as she bounds through the door.
She yells up, ďI bought your favorite today!Ē
So I race down the stairs,
and plunge my fingers into the plastic.
What is this scrumptious surprise?

Squeezing my eyes shut,
I stick my hand in the carton.
Itís like a jar of marbles.
Squishy marbles.
I pick one marble up
And pinch it between my fingers.

I open my eyes.
And see a river
oozing out of the marble.
And when I look closer,
itís not just green.
Itís a sea of grey, turquoise,
Teal, and jade.
And in it, there are seeds.
Like orange fish are swimming.

And then, I pick another up.
This one, I grasp delicately
As if it were a baby.
But this baby is different.
A marvelous shade of midnight blue.
And at the top of its head, it has wisps of midnight blue hair
Shaped like a flower.
A wonderful, marvelous flower.

And then,
I place the tiny orb in my mouth.
And savor its taste at the tip of my tongue.

I want to remember it forever.
The taste of this
Delectable, Delicious, Delightful



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