Taste Buds
Wilted lettuce past its prime,
The grounds of coffee used once too many times,
The sweetness of honey,
Raspberries plucked at their peak,
Which do you seek?
I shy away from bitter—an
After taste, that wastes my buds.
I appreciate sea salt on freshly baked cookies
A trick taught to me by my grandkids.
Sweet licks of batter with a lick of salty tears,
Oceans of memories.
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