The town of Lisbon, unsurprisingly,
is Porto’s rival; their geographic closeness
creates shared qualities. Both coastal cities
boast neighborhoods whose snaking alleys, fading
ochre facades, and ancient churches breathe
medieval histories. While Gaia’s banks
are lined with port-maturing lodges, Lisbon
is home to fado’s melancholic airs,
performed in living room-sized restaurants
that fill bellies with lore and steamed white fish.
Just off of bumpy, cobbled roads, cape-clad
tunas strum folk tunes till the city glows
with nightlife’s neon signage. Navy-black
skies yield to dawn. Dense fog creeps in beside
the trams whose nineteenth-century routes remain
unchanged. The Tagus flows seaward as always.
Ashley Sojin Kim
Ashley Sojin Kim's poems appear or are forthcoming in 32 Poems, Raleigh Review, Spoon River Poetry Review, and elsewhere. Honors and awards include a Pushcart Prize nomination and fellowships from Kundiman and the Napa Valley Writers’ Conference. She received her MFA from the University of Florida and BA from Johns Hopkins.
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