Nacho Fountain

It’s hidden in a city
that’s never been found.

In its center, it’s said,
there is a fountain,

and from its mouth
pours thick queso,

the warming blend
of spices undreamed,

impossible balances
of cheese, surrounded

by piles of fresh chips
for the dunking. We sense

whispers of the city
in each tortilla we plunge

into our lesser sauces.
We feel it tingle

on our lips. Many of us
search for it all our lives.