Obligations loom over me-
imposing cliffs,
black and craggy with storm clouds,
and huge bats circling.

Then I drink coffee
and begin my ascent.

Presently, the cliffs transform
into green hills
dotted with espresso stands.
The huge bats
turn into swallows,
diving on the breeze

and I finish the dishes with a light heart
and an eye towards another cup.

Franco Bertucci

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