by Lorraine Caputo
At three a.m. rockets begin to explode the chill night Now under this chill moon hundreds of persons peregrinate the streets of this Old Town Their rosary prayers & the rockets startle a pigeon from its roost After the last of the echoes fades clouds eclipse the moon & a rain falls
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.