I was strolling
through Baires,
one fine Autumn day,
strolling through Baires,
feeling time ticking away.

I was absorbing
Buenos Aires,
walking its world,
through concrete
and stone and
great doors of wood.

I came to a Plaza,
where two angels played,
feeding the pigeons
in Mayo Square,
petting the pigeons
with their dad kneeling near.

I stopped strolling
through Baires,
one fine Autumn day,
stopped strolling through Baires
while time ticked away.

I was absorbing
Argentina,
greeting its world,
through pavemented streets
with towering trees,
and angelfied girls.

I left in a taxi,
left two angels play,
and, I was driven away,
I had to leave Baires
later that day…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Photograph by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/10/05