I like antofa early in the morning when its peaceful
the cargo ships stretched out lounging in the port
the wild dog packs are sleeping soundly
in places emptied wine bottles tell of good times had by some
the green and white carabineiro trucks resting outside the station by the beach
an assemblage of new bmws tantalizingly displayed by the casino in myriad shades of hue
the empty stadium where at times heightened emotions soar with teams vying for their glory
a mirrored office door where I see my reflection as I speed by in anticipation of the last section of my run
pushing myself with the desire to fly