Ode to Coffee

By Kendyl Brower

Thou art all I bethink at which hour wakens the sun 

Thy flavor so bitt’rsweet 

Thy stench so stout and heavenly it dominates the house

Thy flavor so tender and kind yet so brutal and overbearing 

Mine own mind jumps at which hour thee toucheth mine own lips, 

energy races throughout mine own corse

O’ coffee, bean milk from the gods!

I longeth for thy caffeinated touch

waketh me up with a latte! 

Blessed be thy macchiato! 

Blessed be thy cold brew!

Blessed be thy coffee!