She has already bought her ticket
and she tells me she’ll fly out of Frankfurt
beginning of March
talking about Bonito and the farm
reminding me of hot days spend in
Sidrolandia talking about travelling
drinking tereré
being bored
sitting on cliffs looking out
over Mato Grosso do Sul
and I have no particular interest in
doing it all over again
But somehow I feel the desire to
Be back in Campo Grande
Reminiscing of what I once had
where the papaya trees would grow
in gardens
and the araras fly in sky
and you would walk up and down
the streets
and me too
sometimes together
But mostly apart