Dancing in Brazil – Poem #28

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 drifting on sleep’s shore
resting on sleep’s shoulder
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 from Angola, from Luanda.

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;
was one of us weeping?
Only the night shirt knows
for sure.


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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2 Responses to Dancing in Brazil – Poem #28

  1. beetleypete says:

    I hadn’t seen this one before, Frank. Packed full of atmosphere indeed!
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. So descriptive. Just wonderful. Thank you. All my best to you.


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