salt water taffy

i'm a traveler, she
says. i just love love
love to pack a bag
and go whichever way
the wind blows.
i've been to tunisia
and cambodia, she
looks up to the ceiling,
and bangladesh,
counting off countries
with her fingers.
thailand, what about
southeast asia,
have you ever been
there, or the ivory
coast. no, oh my,
you don't know
what you're missing.
brazil, what about
brazil or columbia.
nope, you tell her.
never been there
either.  have
you have ever been
to china, or taken
the tansiberian railroad
across russia? no?
well, it's a must, i
tell you, i went last
summer and had a ball.
australia, please tell
me you've been there.
i just love those little
kangaroos.
or london, or berlin.
you shake your head,
chewing on a salt
water taffy. so where
do you like to go then,
she says, exasperated,
what's your go to vacation
destination.
ummm, you say,
unsticking your teeth
from a banana flavored
taffy. i like ocean city a lot.
the french fries there
are to die for, not to mention
the taffy. here, have one.
it's only a year old.