A spark of memory (pretzel logic)

Peace, Love and Patchouli

Funny how it goes
A word
A phrase
Brings a spark of a memory
Long forgotten.
A song sends my mind into yesterday
Large places of bright lights
A child holding his hand
Money exchanged for warm curled dough
Two cups of liquid
Mustard and cheese to accompany
The white salt crusted delicacy.
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Scent of yeast rise to my nose
As my hand warm from paper wrappers
And I follow him, piece by piece ripped
And dipped
Into one or the other
And the yellow dripping from his chin
As he chews slowly
Savoring each bite.
I try the one,
Yuck, not a fan of spice,
As the bite slides down my throat with a burn
And my eyes grow wide
To realize
Nope, mustard is not the flavor for me.
But hot cheese mellow
Oozing and gooey orange
I break into a grin with the delight
Wonder abound at…

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