i miss eating pancakes

my friend Jenny,

from Canada,

went home to visit

her old friends,

but before

she left

she asked me if i wanted

anything from

that northern land.

i told her a bottle

of pure maple syrup

would be nice,

that sweet

golden amber

sucked

right out of a tree

in the woods.

i was eating a lot of pancakes

those days.

so she smuggled it in.

i still have it.

i look at the unopened bottle

almost everyday

when i open the cupboard.

i wonder

where she is now, sweet Jenny.

deported maybe.

i miss her,

as well as pancakes.