Cappuccino In Portofino Poem by Dale Mullock

Houses painted in bilirubin sunglow,
Escarpment trails lead from St Georgio,
Jutting rocks cause oceanic spray,
Jaw dropping visuals on display,
Cobbled streets dipped in florid faces,
Buildings reflecting florentino traces,
Stood proud for the emperors of the Byzantine,
Forts and faro still shine for a Romanesque dream,
But for me, forcita food and laughter,
Echoes in my mind forever after,
As comments and jokes so droll,
Are marinated and drenched in Italian soul,
For merriment over a cappuccino,
Leaves my heart firmly in Portofino.