The waitress


Seeking tranquility

And refuge from the cold

I order hot tea

Which is always Jasmine

The tiny Chinese waitress

Perches pot poised

On fingertips

Gracefully serves

Cold fingers reach

As she makes her exit

For steaming cup


I realize

Her fingers must be dead from scalding


About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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