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.