The Espresso Fern
Perched high up on a palm tree was a little fern.
Overlooking a café, she could see the barista.
The gurgling. The hissing. The knocking.
Now comes the best part.
The unification of black and white;
see what appears.
White milk swims in rich earth extract
and slowly her image appears.
It’s the highlight of the day.
She has seen this repeated many times
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