Obligations loom over me-
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.
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