As I watch the barista pour
a latte with hazelnut syrup,
I don't know he's pouring
a mistake for me.
A tasty mistake,
but next time I'll ask,
So, the hazelnut syrup . . . is it free?
Sunday, June 10, 2007
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Manuscript submitted for the 2004 Yale Series of Younger Poets Contest
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