You had rules for life.One was: In every new town,try the Chinese restaurant.I disagreed, preferring salador grilled cheese on rye,but I went along.Now, at every opportunity,I eat broccoli with garlic sauceand think of you. Stillresisting your rules,but I’m losing interestin strong opinions about food.In a couple years all rulesfor 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!