Ode to Fish Tacos

How hard for you I’ve searched!
My hopes remained high perched.
Every experience I failed;
All satisfaction jailed!
I scoured where you’d often haunt,
My labors you did always taunt.
Disappointed you weren’t there
Proving just how you were rare.
I suppose it I did deserve;
Demanding you, I had some nerve.
Taking you for granted,
I’ll sow the seeds I have planted.
I know now your full worth.
Though you laugh at me with mirth.
My wicked ways I’ve repaired.
My love for you I’ve often shared.
Long journeys end in all lost;
I had no idea what this move would cost.
Maybe you were just a dream;
Your denial to me some cruel scheme.
Replacements I have pondered
Across man drawn borders I have wandered.
To forget you I endeavor;
But, in truth – I could never.
Oh! To the utter delight of my soul!
In Nebraska: The Mixing Bowl!
There they were, a surprise – 
Paired with sweet potato fries.
I beg, be still my beating heart.
There on the plate: it’s food; it’s art!
Mango salsa, kale, aoli sauce;
We share a name, me and the boss.
Lessons I have learned – 
For fish tacos I have yearned.
Found, I promise I’ll cherish you now.
Forever grateful, I wipe my brow.
Fish Tacos from The Mixing Bowl in Gering, Nebraska

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