Sweet Latte Poem by Kathleen Reiman
Sweet Latte
A Sweet Latte waits for me
Hello beautiful
Decadent aroma hanging in the air
Hot vessel in my hand warming me
My fingers fumble in their haste
Hot sweet milk dripping down my arm
Drip, drop, dripping like tears down a face
Latte turns and bleats at me
And wonders, will I ever
Figure out how to milk her right?
Saturday, June 22, 2013
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On the occasion of learning how to milk my neighbor's goat (named Latte) !
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