Tumbuwas. Poem by Denny Moonde

Tumbuwas.



Ebullient persona
that left an indelible print
Years past, in the same spot;
she beamed
My family had moved
to another part of town
Grown, I wondered back,
to my old neighborhood.
Same spot; she beamed
A little wrinkle up her brow
Her clothes; her laughter, her aura….
Not changed, not an iota difference
From years gone by.
She sold Tumbuwas back then
Chunky ones, always hot
Years on, I find her
Still selling Tumbuwas
I salivate, instinct had me
Reaching for one
Did she call out my name?
My teeth sunk into the fresh dough
Fetish, young days gone by
Flashed rite through the bite.
In a little market place
She sat under a thatched stand
Ebullient persona
that left an indelible print
an edible treat
that does wonders in the mouth.

Thursday, March 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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