hand
and hand in mother's hand,
we
entered a strange chaotic
land of
new smells,
new sounds,
into a world of red
tassels
hung
on paper chandeliers,
our eyes level
with tables
white with linen,
browned
ducks, headless, on
trays carried by hurried
men
in black pants
and red blazers.
the drapes
flowing like golden
gowns.
never had we eaten
food like this,
so much
on the round
table
that spun,
both sour, both sweet.
and our fortunes told
to us
on small strips of paper,
hidden in
brittle crackers.
what fun.
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