I'll tell you what I see:

life is ordered as the lean light of the poem,

it breaks up into equal pieces:

green, blue and white

all gray underneath.

the buildings that contrast with the soccer stadium

the Chinese shops,

the signs indicating that Figueira da Foz is more or less in the

same direction

of my arteries.

a bridge suddenly rises between the window and the poem.

the cars line up in progress

 with on-time inspection

and the lights on at night

and he life linked to death

and death off

to rot in a fruit bowl.