After months away from home:
Dropping the bags–
The smell of Mother’s stew,
A smile
After months away from home:
Dropping the bags–
The smell of Mother’s stew,
A smile
While camping:
A lone ant
Scouts a sandwich–
Don’t warn your brethren!
In Porto, famous for its pigeon hordes:
A line of cars forming —
Hurry, pigeons!
An honking crescendo
While awaiting a friend, in Porto:
Tasty ice cream–
Sound of leaves crackling
At every step
During a 5k run:
Running:
Someone ahead
Run faster!
Unblemished skin;
Summer day dawns—
Flea bites!
Darkness—
A brief candle in the dark;
Dark again
In an old building during the summer:
Bed cover—
Sweltering beneath it
Chilled without
Nearby Lisbon’s Castle on a summer day:
Free bracelets–
The street vendor asks
For coffee money
Coimbra:
The rivers algae
Cast upon the gray sky
A green tint
Still water–
A Duck courses
Leaving ripples