Sushi Boat

By: Ronan Fitts

While sitting down
On the soft plush chair,
The smell of salted seaweed
Wafts through the thick air.
After a longing half hour wait,
Our waiter steps forward
In his hands, the greatest plate
With the most flavorful rolls on the block
We dig in precisely,
And in no time at all
It is gone
But we leave knowing the time before we come back is long