Up Lisbon’s Hill
The sun beats
a heavy tattoo
on Costa do Castelo,
heating the hand
cobbled way
to the Thieves Market.
The hot waves prise Lisbon’s words
free from the streets for me to steal
Bernie Deville
and conceal with burned fingers.
The sun beats
a heavy tattoo
on Costa do Castelo,
heating the hand
cobbled way
to the Thieves Market.
The hot waves prise Lisbon’s words
free from the streets for me to steal
Bernie Deville
and conceal with burned fingers.