Dancing in Brazil

I am satisfied
with my daily bread
a pinch of salt
a cup o’joe
a little touch of you at night.

A sweet dream while resting on sleep’s shoulder
drifting on sleep’s shore
a short doze, a light sleep
awakened by the keening of gulls
and the clanging of buoy bells.

Suddenly you and I
are dancing in Brazil
in the tavern by the sea
where Donga made the samba
dancing to the rhythms of a new dawn.

Apollo risng o’er Corcovado
you wave to me from a yellow shore; beckoning
like the banner of a free country
“Venha para mim!”
throwing a kiss across the water.

My shirt is wet;
which one of us was weeping?
Only the night shirt knows
for sure.

,

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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