The word: Indiscretions
I met Val on an airplane: she has lived in many places, written many nonprofit grants, and lavished love on many grandchildren. She offered my daughter raisins to entice her to give up the 4-inch lollipop I had given her to bide time on our long flight (travel food, not home food.)
The Stranger: Val
Her Word: Indiscretions
The poem I wrote:
When sugar-season falls like a frosted cloak
there is nothing to do besides give in
to the tastes we crave: whatever indiscretions
the days offer, we take first in stealth,
then with joy and ease, erasing old vows
with the relief of rock as it gives way to water.
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