A Poem ….

With the memories of a holiday fresh in our mind.

With all its foreign ways its beauty and intrigue

The taste, lustre and fatigue

The monuments, museums libraries

And kilo cafes

We cannot repeat Carmen or Tarsila can we?

The people watching;

Learning of the cariocas; the flip-flop brigade

Of the havaianas variety only.

While they are undressed for the sun’s harmful rays

Their dogs are dressed to kill

The poorness the richness,

Of Rio Sul and Rio Norte

The sipping of coconut water and delicious manioc cake

When do we put the memory aside and plan the next foray?