I confess that this week's poem is not precisely knitting-centric, but when I realized--while writing at a particular coffee establishment--that one could easily make a senryu out of any number of espresso-based drink orders, I couldn't resist. So I'm calling this one "Stopping by Starbucks on a Snowy Evening." Just pretend that this java run is taking place on the way to knitting group . . .
I'll have a decaf
nonfat extra-hot grande