We’re saying goodbye too soon – to our cafes and treats,
the people who’ve become home in this strange beautiful place
that breathes life and grace upon our existence.
The city is chalk full – dog poop lining the streets,
high top shoes busting ankles on mostly finished pavement,
thieves that stalk in the night, too carefree you dance, old friends and recent
acquaintances all eager to enjoy a boliche as night and day tango on a corner.
My body had begun embedding – the subte knew my quick step,
