South Port Polo cargo the hat hung from a

the hat hung from a mirror while boots come off

Folded map already soft from use

Boots come off

Cut from a rugged cotton linen blend

wind coming hard off the North Sea

South Port Polo cargo the hat hung from aSouth Port Polo Morning starts on the cliffs above Ericeira. Salt on the wind, boards already waxed, the Atlantic still cold enough to wake you properly. The South Port Polo gets pulled on before the sun climbs, worn loose while you wait your turn in the water, then again later when the day slows down. After hours spent surfing, shoulders tight and skin hot, the road drops south toward Alentejo. By dusk the air turns dry, dust hanging low as the music