half-written poems (Lisbon).

The city is ripe

with broad-


and they carry me

like treading water,

as they spread.
They blow

on my face

and I flicker,
watching them

the night

into the waves’ hum

and half written

on the heights

above Lisbon.













Photo: Doreen Dee


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