even in Lisbon

one of those cool days

leaf-laden footpath

the trickling hours

summer sun is gone

September whispers

splashes of water

my dog barks

a thunderclap claps

clouds of black and white

he and his corgi

middle of July

how far can it go?

the old man snores

when the sun heads down

the AC turns off

the AC turns on

sweltering downtown

Chinese wolfberries soaked in boiled water. —

in a blink of eye