up
e.e. cummings g o e s
to the counter &orders
an icedvanillalatte
he
sits.
waits.
onetwothreefourfive minutes
until the baristalady w h i s t l e s his name–
“how do you like your coffee, mr. poet?”
Happy National Poetry Month from Literary Starbucks!!!
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