Portugal

I know now what 
a piece of bread 
feels like once dropped 
into a toaster from 
a picture of a 
street in Portugal there’s 
barely enough room in
between buildings for a 
person to walk that’s 
the beauty of foreign 
cities their slender yet
sprawling footprints as though 
a giant with narrow 
feet walked around barefoot 
leaving behind impressions 
in the wet sand 
ahhh cities abroad so 
different than in America