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| Photo credit - Angele J from Pexels |
I remember
The day I first heard
Salted Caramel
Was a thing.
That first eyes-closed
Sampling
The fudgy glory of it
The tang that twitched
Those salt-exalting buds
Making the flat golden
Saucy flow more edgy
Rewriting the mythic
Taste map of the tongue.
Not so the sea.
She is unimpressed
By her crystalline children
Strutting their way into
Coffee shops and eateries
Robed in sugar toffee puddles.
She is the sea
After all.
Perfect in every wave
Ebbing or breaking.
Secretly, though,
She must be proud
To be part of it,
Swelling her saline heart
At mothering such joy.
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