epiphany of disbelief

The long line of wait

following the scent of the locals

the many can not all be mistaken

there are no jostling

most are polite, no boldness

some talk, others to themselves

reading a book, silent inner conversations

chicken wraps and lamb

herb and spices and rice


you hold in your hands

the first bite

tightly concealed flavor bursts

tiny pieces of sublime taste

converging epiphany of disbelief

a table reserved for angels.

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