The white chocolate jar full of whole milk
And sugary Ghirardelli sweetness
Is opened so fast; dizzyingly shoots
Chocolaty particles in the air
Swirling like a masterpiece mosaic
The barista steals two sugary scoops
And pours them into a sixteen ounce cup
Submerged, drowned by the finest espresso
The long, slender spoon swirls around the cup
Like a ballerina twirling around
A stage, and the audience is in awe
Of the graceful, delicate, yet rapid
Spinning motion, turn after turn after
Turn again, so intricate and somehow
She doesn’t get dizzy; with a curtsy
It’s over; in this dance the audience
Is tired and in need of a swift buzz
Now the white has become one with the dark
Meanwhile the spurring noise comes to an end
The milk is steamed and ready to be poured
Diffusion makes the mixture now complete
A lid gently placed on this sweet artwork
Given away, through the open window
A sip taken from this delicate treat
Leaves a slight smile on the consumer’s face
A clink in the jar is a token of
Approval, satisfied, she drives away
Ah be with me always, spirit of the
Coffee shop I call mine four days a week
The garden of flavors, eternally
Laid back afternoons and smiling faces!
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Poem of the Day: Chez Jane
BY FRANK O'HARA
The white chocolate jar full of petals
swills odds and ends around in a dizzying eye
of four o’clocks now and to come. The tiger,
marvellously striped and irritable, leaps
on the table and without disturbing a hair
of the flowers’ breathless attention, pisses
into the pot, right down its delicate spout.
A whisper of steam goes up from that porcelain
urethra. “Saint-SaĆ«ns!” it seems to be whispering,
curling unerringly around the furry nuts
of the terrible puss, who is mentally flexing.
Ah be with me always, spirit of noisy
contemplation in the studio, the Garden
of Zoos, the eternally fixed afternoons!
There, while music scratches its scrofulous
stomach, the brute beast emerges and stands,
clear and careful, knowing always the exact peril
at this moment caressing his fangs with
a tongue given wholly to luxurious usages;
which only a moment before dropped aspirin
in this sunset of roses, and now throws a chair
in the air to aggravate the truly menacing.
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