Cappuccino, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz



Easterly window a horrible sight
Receiving no pardon must arise
Shield myself from the ghastly sight
Intensity so high must protect my eyes

In line at my favorite coffee shop
Inhaling the intoxicating roast
A must in the morning to be first stop
One fault, isn’t close enough to my bedpost

Chitter chatter challenging to my ear
Service progress is at a tortoise pace
Consciousness without caffeine there is fear
Now unable to keep my happy face

Reached the counter to see barista’s back
Impatiently waiting for her to turn
In beauty there is nothing does she lack
Caffeine is now of diminished concern

Her impeccable smile broke through my mask
Standing motionless not making a sound
For cappuccino unable to ask
Wondering if she could hear my heart pound

“Look to be a cappuccino to me”
Whirling, she was finished before the start
Creating art with fantastic beauty
With a smile in my cup she placed her heart

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