Mustard as a Base

An extra measure
of
mustard

on

my sandwich, triggers a memory:

Me

at a gathering,
held
by

a highly educated member of our church.  

She had ham sandwiches,
heavy
on
the mustard, combined with blue kool – aid, as fine as wine.

She had, what seemed
like a thousand secret rooms, each a dream inside of a dream,

somehow reflecting
her

heart of shadows.  She helped my mom with her dissertation.

Those ladies
gave me an appreciation for education, based upon their

sophistication.