these nata pastries

a short walk from Sintra home

are travelers’ gold

lit up by our love

they have traveled the world

to climb a castle

a twisted turnout

along slippery sidewalks

to find our way here

so perfect, this view

so solitary, this walk

so peaceful, this life

a swing in Sintra

(if you build it, they will come)

because we’re all kids

i brought the headlamp

across five thousand miles

to hang this laundry

after some craft beer

named after Portuguese cat

this hill ain’t so bad

a fairy tale walk

on sidewalks as slick as ice

and crazy drivers

for now, there’s Sintra:

a walk through winding gardens

with castles atop

our bus for six weeks

because comfort rules the road

for summer in Spain