A Bite a Night

Before we left Stockholm
I purchased a stash
Of licorice tubes,
Using credit, not cash.

I followed their customs
Where money’s not used
And licorice rules.
(I, of course, was enthused.)

The treats that I bought
Have a lemon-filled base
Which black licorice spirals
Do snugly encase.

Every night since I’m home
I indulge in a bite
Which, aside from providing
A taste to delight…

Brings me back to my trip
In a sensory flash.
I’ll be sad when I finish
My licorice cache.