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Penzey’s

April 17, 2012

inside the doors of the spice shop
we smell no food
but only its constituent parts
the notes without the symphony
the rhythm without the keys
the beat without the cowbell

we step away from our life
to travel across the world
to hear the groaning mast
of the trading ship
to see the sandy shores
of some magical place
to sniff deep breaths
from wide glass jars
until we are lightheaded
from traversing
time and space
feeling a shift
cellular transaction of flavor
primal creative spark

memories of the past
linking one to another
then forward
to the time soon to come
when our tongues will taste
a unique combination
never before sensed
and never again

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