A COLLECTIVE SIGH

I'm just back from Lisbon. 
I haven't visited the city for about eight years. You can look at the poem my previous visit provoked here.
Actually I jotted down a number of ideas but have only worked this into something like a presentable form.

Lisbon: 16.4.17

she shades her head

with the poly-pocketed

piece of paper

that proclaims her

tour guide status

the

human

crocodile

pauses

turns

on

her

cue

to

take

in

the

view

and

with

a

collective

sigh

resumes its progress

up the steep street

It's good practice to try and capture a scene quickly. You can work on the form later. Initially you simply want to get down those first impressions.
What I did notice this time was the influx of tourists from cruise ships. You have the same phenomenon in Barcelona.
Here is another rough draft. I literally spoke this into my phone as I walked to the supermarket today.

this time around he is a mechanic

who cannot fix cars

and spends his days changing units

as directed by the diagnostic computer

he has always worked with his hands

made the best bows in his tribe

back on the wind scoured step

was twice a watchmaker in France

he has scraped a making table optically flat

metal speaks to him

steel iron bronze

flint and stone as well

now he does as he is told

his eternal self wonders

if this is the lesson of this life

I am not sure I have got an impression of the depth of reincarnation.
Watch this space for updates.
By the way I am posting every two weeks at the moment.
I leave you with Brooke Sharkey. I saw her again a couple of weeks ago and she was stunning.
Here is Bottletop Blues.

And here she is singing Your Tomorrow.

Until next time.