Bio Note: I am a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. For several decades, I and my faithful traveling companion (a.k.a., knapsack) Rocinante have been traveling through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth, and doing literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. My poetry and narratives have been published in over 180 journals on six continents; and 12 chapbooks of poetry – including Caribbean Nights (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014), Notes from the Patagonia (dancing girl press, 2017) and On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019).
At the Water's Edge
Two laughing girls in school uniforms walk into the roaring ocean. Wet white shirts cling to their young bodies. The setting sun paints the clouds & sky in peach & lemon yellow. It gilds the sea. A half-dozen boys, styrofoam boards in hand, run to the water’s edge. They ride the frothing surf to the black sand. A tawny dog dives into the tide & flees from its ebb. A mother & daughter & abuelita, sandals in hand, stroll along the beach. The waves wash away their footprints. As the sun sinks deeper into the horizon the clouds become the color of mango. The sea crumples platinum-white. & further up from the swirl of the cross-currents, of this water, A silhouetted couple embraces, their hair rustling in the breeze.
The night, the sky this landscape deep black, swelling with the rain to come the rain wetting black & rust lava softly pattering upon the ancient cinder the sea distantly, evenly washing upon the coral & shell shore
©2020 Lorraine Caputo
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