Poem: Ode to a Tea Kettle

Sometimes in the midst of this busy world I leave my laptop behind, grab a pen and paper and head to my local coffee shop. There, I sit down with a plain-ass latte and spend hours watching passerby, letting my observations influence my pen. I wear a beret, too.

Ha, right. This poem was actually an assignment for my poetry workshop class. I can’t believe I decided to take poetry this semester — during Ad Team, of all semesters — but I’m so glad I did. It’s given me a reprieve (however short and not at a coffee shop) from the high-stress, fast-paced NSAC. And what better way to relax than a cup of tea?

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