Stealing Lemongrass One fragrant citrus whiff The decades slip away We pried the mussels loose Then drove up to the campus plot A singular row, short stalks I sliced as you prepared the pan With hot oil and chili Eager for the pitter-patter sizzle Cast the magic green-white slivers Claim pungency among the brine Tasting the ocean that he crossed And crying spicy tears. #NaPoWriMo