The Perfect Excuse

When the rain

pitter patters on my window pane

I have the perfect excuse

to drive to school

via Starbucks.

With great anticipation,

I wait my turn

and eagerly place my order:

a venti

soy

latte,

extra hot,

please.

All the way to school

the wonderful aroma

entices me

like a long lost friend calling my name.

I wait impatiently.

It’s too hot to drink.

2012

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