Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #197
The Blind Barista
by Belinda Roddie
The blind barista tried to make my drink,
but he poured the concoction on the floor
and set the empty mug right in the sink,
thinking it was the counter. I implored
the man to please, just get a coworker
to make the mocha for me, but he tried
to do it again, the brew black and burned
as he handed it to me. I, wide-eyed,
watched as he stumbled back to make some tea,
dumping the chamomile close his leg
and nearly hurting himself. Finally,
the manager came out after I begged
for someone else to make my coffee. Then,
to my surprise, she signed, "It's time you left.
He may be blind, but as for me, I'm deaf."
by Belinda Roddie
The blind barista tried to make my drink,
but he poured the concoction on the floor
and set the empty mug right in the sink,
thinking it was the counter. I implored
the man to please, just get a coworker
to make the mocha for me, but he tried
to do it again, the brew black and burned
as he handed it to me. I, wide-eyed,
watched as he stumbled back to make some tea,
dumping the chamomile close his leg
and nearly hurting himself. Finally,
the manager came out after I begged
for someone else to make my coffee. Then,
to my surprise, she signed, "It's time you left.
He may be blind, but as for me, I'm deaf."
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