SCENES FROM BUENOS AIRES

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,

www.pandorascollective.com

Sent with 2^nd set of three poems, when deadline was extended.