Title: Colonia at Dusk
Form: poem
Language: en
Canonical URL: https://pembaumoja.com/en/poems/colonia-at-dusk

You can count the sounds you hear:
a bike coming to a stop—
the noise bleeding off into stillness;
footsteps—
sandals on cobblestones;
crickets high within the trees;
a dog barking at a cat.
Geraniums grow by the wall
upon which I write this note—
an old stone wall
in the town of Colonia
by the Río de la Plata.
