a day in our life

A day in my life

She coming out of the bus she has forgotten the umbrella walks
slowly and her face is more African now that she is old,
she uses it as a walking stick, which she says for the aged, I think
my love for her has grown over the years, and I cannot think of
the time we were apart before we met twenty-two odd years ago.
We have Christmas day here and next day take the bus to
a hospital in Lisbon that specialises in hip replacement
We will stay the night in the metropole have good meal and look
at things- for my part rather like a grumpy North Korean leader
then back to my Algarve with trees and big boulders  
Tomorrow we are eating at a hotel they are not serving turkey but
Cabrito (goat meat) sauté potatoes and a lot of sweets I don`t care to
know about; since I`m driving only water or tomato juice.
It is an ordeal for me to be among people I don`t know I will take 5 ml
of Valium, it will keep me calm until I simmer down and laugh at bad jokes
as told by an exhibitionist. We can`t stay long since we are living in the morn
On a short walk outdoors I saw my dog she walked beside me I bent down  
to pat her head but she saw something and ran into the bushes I called her
name; Bambi come here when it dawn on me she had been dead for ten
years and it made me think of my own mortality, but not in a gloomy way.
Sun, blue sky and stillness now the hunters have gone drinking in a cafe,
but the visit from Bambi perked me up so did a cup of coffee when coming
home, nothing out of the ordinary yet, I persist on dreaming of tomorrow