Steady on uneven cobbles
summiting the hill-rise
before the lit tunnel
florescent beacon
beckoning trains  

Turned
back down R. Garrett
fresh sprayed street
past the abandoned igrega
beyond Café Delirium
locked against predators—
Slowing against the R. do Crucifixo  

Leaning
against the stained tiles
of a café with no name
timeless sullen mornings
café duplos + scent
pastel de nata
from the ovens