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.