SUNDAY IN PORTIMAO
(Algarve)
An empty can
of lager,
in a sudden gust
of wind,
fell off a wall
and rolled
along the pavement.
Came to rest
in the gutter
along side
a red lighter
thrown away
when no longer
useful.
From under
a car, a cat
watched me
watching
the can.
The wistful
Sunday afternoon
was full of
silence.
