A Taste
Proustian moments leave you wanting more
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1 min readJul 20, 2020
We were the model of economic poverty,
bobbing above waves,
a face of adversity.
Handfuls of black walnuts grew
from neighboring trees,
mouthfuls eaten,
cracked shells scattered.
I now roam aisles
looking for a six ounce bag of reminiscence.