Lauren
McBride
With hot chocolate steaming,
we're dreaming aloud
under a bright blue sky
with a whipped cream cloud.
Poet’s
Notes: I have
seen pictures of people sitting at cafe or picnic tables in the snow, seemingly
oblivious to the cold, enjoying a hot drink or a meal. I am not in those
pictures. I will never be in them. I would be shivering long before my hot
chocolate stopped steaming. But I like the idea and so I wrote a poem.
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