POETRY: The Brew of Two Worlds

The Brew of Two Worlds
By Pedro Alvarez

In Brooklyn’s streets, where the air hums tight,
There’s a brew so bold, it sharpens the light.
A sip that stirs the frightful fog in my head,
Dark as the night, but with warmth to be fed.

The beans are roasted, kissed by the flame,
Each cup a secret, a soul’s quiet claim.
A swirl of espresso, so bitter, so sweet,
It’s the taste of the city beneath my feet.

Yet, there’s something else, a truth I must keep,
A brew from the Andes, where shadows sleep.
In Ecuador’s highlands, the mountains sigh,
As a secret blend stirs the soul’s deepest cry.

No latte art, no trendy grind,
Just a brew that knows the heart, refined.
It’s not for the tourist, not for the show,
Only the natives—who truly know.

So yes, Brooklyn’s coffee, with its power and might,
Takes the crown when day meets night.
But when I think of that mountain brew,
I know—its depth will always be true.

For here, in this cup, the world is split,
Two places, two cultures, in each perfect sip.
Brooklyn, with hustle, a glass half full—
And Ecuador’s brew, where the heart is whole.