Espresso

Returning to the underground station,

we discover an old Italian coffee shop.

I order a tall espresso, and hot

chocolate for Bella. It is blisteringly

warm and beautiful. As we wait

for our drinks to cool, we discuss

how we’ll arrange each room.

We feel uncommonly fortunate.

As we talk, the proprietor sings an

enchanting melody. He polishes

his tiny monogrammed coffee cups.

We are his only customers.

This shall be our special place.

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