Rules for Living

You had rules for life.

One was: In every new town,

try the Chinese restaurant.

I disagreed, preferring salad

or grilled cheese on rye,

but I went along.

Now, at every opportunity,

I eat broccoli with garlic sauce

and think of you. Still

resisting your rules,

but I’m losing interest

in strong opinions about food.

In a couple years all rules

for life will be irrelevant anyway.

Then I can forget you.

For Bjorn’s prompt to the Real Toads: TIME TRAVEL

And... it’s #29 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!