Away

That sip fills you,
but not enough –
your last morning
coffee in Europe

before your return
to this brackish 
island of work
and others’ time;

here to be broken
again, as ever,
by tiring schedules,
and shifting deadlines.

But there, away,
you are, in that hour,
fixed by an americano,
still on the terrace.

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