january 3, 2010: Calle Carlos Calvo and Calle Piedras, Buenos Aires, 6:25pm

Held in,
the thing relinquished its furs
ate the paper,
hung the tree.

The children outside
had to capture it twice,
promise it bread,
name it Son.

January 3, 2010: Calle Piedras and Calle Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires, 6:14pm

Like walking,
things learn to burn,
in eventual ways.

A match held carefully to a face,
the landscape hesitating temporarily,
then opening itself
wide.

January 1, 2010: Calle Piedras and Calle Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires, 8:10pm

No hay ceilo.
(There is no sky.)