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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Jaymee is the creative director and writing force behind Beaux Cooper Media. She loves to collaborate with other writers and journalists across the genres. Jaymee lives on the beautiful coast of Rhode Island with her cat, Ada, and dog, Bean.

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