August 2020
Lorraine Caputo
lazafada@hotmail.com
www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer
latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com
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.

New Moon
(Galapagos)

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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