Soundtrack to Lisbon

Distant sirens

Layer over far off saxophone

Meanwhile, a fountain ripples into

Ornamental pond behind me.

People chatter

A dog barks somewhere below in this

sprawling, colourful city.

A busker busks, fingers strumming and plucking

an acoustic guitar

Deep soulful voice serenading coffee drinkers on

a warm Monday afternoon

Incomprensible to me

Distinctly Portugese

Birds sing

Lovers kiss next to me

I breathe.

This is Lisbon.