Sloping hills of green do gather.
Rolling dice cluster ‘pon stray flats.
Stacked stone steeps the town in story.
Paved stone parades in slabs.
A building built with wasted wealth
t’exalt a guy who said to give.
Copious cafeteria
emanate with the aroma
of coffee served in sips.
Limone-glazed ceramics fill
the shops on old Cefalù’s hill.
william altoft 