Ambient Poem in a Buenos Aires Apartment

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You will be

You will be

dreaming of panquecas con dulce de leche,

of a musician playing and everyone drinking mate,

of figure eights and caterpillars.

But until we leave for the campo,

I will be sitting out on the patio

knitting and writing

and twisting my hair.

I will be playing Simon says.

Simon says remember the people of the floor beneath us.

Simon says take off your white sweater when you crab walk up and over.

Simon says how about lunges?

Shoes can be a land mine.

Grape vines can go right, left.

And you have to walk over the obstacles.

There have to be obstacles.

You've got to get back to the start.

And I'm choosing this one, I think.