Here we are in La Boca, where the tango was born.
SCENES FROM BUENOS AIRES
the airport crowd—familiar faces surprise us;
our driver, eyes blue-green as a rare lake
spring in Buenos Aires, some cherry blossoms, will there be more?
Recoleta, the artists´ market, our first souvenirs
at Florida and Lavalle the music entrances—why your smile across the crowd?
later, my camera gone
at the internet café, a power failure, my dos pesos refused;
confusion at the bank machine—a man asks, are six hundred pesos ours?
a kiss on Córdoba—young lovers, spring afternoon;
rainy day on Córdoba—that red shirt—half-price? no
Mother´s Day a young man sleeps in a doorway
at the orchid store, they are filling a taxi with flowers
Avenida de Nueve de Julio ninth of July, Independence Day;
world’s widest street—strong wind at kiosk—we all pick up post cards
Monument for the Victims of Terrorism by the State
by the wide brown river, where some disappeared
two red umbrellas at Nueve de Julio—we need two green lights to cross;
long hair before us—ebony, brunette and blonde—a ‘shampoo commercial’
jacaranda blossoms—tiny purple trumpets blanket plazas
pigeons hide in dark branches
narrow sidewalks—walking is like the tango
would lessons help?
Franci Louann October 2007 – March 2008
Argentina travel nature trees flowers
Argentina’s independence was won on July 9, 1816.
Honourable Mention Kisses and Popsicles (spring) contest 2009,
Sent with 2nd set of three poems, when deadline was extended.