Ode to the Last Drop of Syrup

A count to three

Drip

A count to three

Drip

A count to four

Five

Six

Drip

Every moment a tree’s lifeblood,

Too precious to toss with the non-recyclable bottle.

And so, we forest sprites pour,

Shake, and tap tap.

The sweet, liquid spirit of Earth and France’s Toast

Collects on breakfast, on tongue, and in hands clenched in triumph.