First a Coca-Cola Zero
Then, after penning a poem or two
It is time for an Americano, black
In this way
I have become a regular
Especially after
The diving lessons are concluded
The idyll
For idyllic it surely is
Arrived as my perfect destination
For which I am thankful
As soon as the crumb of cake
Lands on the sand
The sparrow swoops
To take it to a more private perch
Around the corner of the headland
A small cabin with a Swedish Flag
Or perhaps it is Greek or Argentinian
In any event it is blue with white
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