Lorraine Caputo: “Weekend’s End”





When the sun
is six fingers from
the western horizon

The waves of high tide
break faster, the surfers
pack their boards home

Partiers pay their bills
take a last slug of beer
& leave, sand skirting around
pick-up tires & music

Moto-taxis wait
at the malecón crossroads
for town-bound fares

Some families
yet bathe in the
silvered waters

Along the grey-sand beach
a neighbor farmer
herds his cattle
to evening pasture

The sun, now five fingers
from that horizon
slips behind a cloud,
the breeze rises

Four fingers from that horizon
a long moto-rickshaw loads up
a family’s plastic chairs,
cooler, inflatable boat
& heads up the road

Two fingers
The beach now
nearly deserted,
the high tide’s flotsam foam
wavers & sand castles crumble
in the breeze

One finger, the sun grows
& deepens to a brilliant orange,
its rays coloring the
receding tide

& now the sun deepens
to coral, sinking
beyond dulled waters

until it disappears
the pale rose clouds fading

as dusk closes in



About the Author: Wandering troubadour Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 250 journals on six continents; and 18 collections of poetry – including On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019) and Escape to the Sea (Origami Poems Project, 2021). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. Caputo has done literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. She journeys through Latin America with her faithful travel companion, Rocinante (that is, her knapsack), listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her travels at: www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer or https://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com.


Image Credit: Chase Dimock “Beach Sunset” 2020

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