Theo Sonnet

A diamond in the land of 'Mont
whose smells of joy spread through the land
make my heart be filled with want
for the gifts from Theo's hand

With beans from every corner's reach
And farmers paid the fairest price
Theo strives to fill the niche
that every day now grows in size

Wafts of chili, fig, and heart
Swirl on my palatte's mind.
I can't but think of how to start
to thank the heavens for this find.

And as I leave the store I hear
The golden sigh of angels near.

-Kevin C. via Yelp