by Lorraine Caputo
In the pre-dawn hour another rain wets the stones of the plaza A procession song people bundled against the chill a rose-strewn Virgin in their midst A lone cock crows from some courtyard a lone toll from a monastery church The sizzle of tires upon moist pavement & the muted conversations of this city awakening
Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 300 journals on six continents; and 20 collections of poetry — including On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019) and Caribbean Interludes (Origami Poems Project, 2022). She journeys through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her travels at: www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer or https://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com.