She is not a pin on your map of places travelled
An unknown spice to carry home and sample once or twice.

She is not a book on your shelf of territories explored
A fruit to speak of having once tasted
A trophy on your fragile shelf of “personality”.

Where once you saw a bright and colourful Gauguin
Wait! You still see a Gauguin.
But she sees a boy at the market, trying to buy green plantain as a snack to eat on the go.