AND THAT WIND TWIRLS
At three or so
a phantom factory whistle
flows across this valley
& that wind twirls
through the night
rattlin’ windows
Five – the matins bell
rings from some convent
over yonder
& down these
narrow streets
women’s voices chant
in unison
their trotting footsteps
echoing
A rooster crows
from the patio
of some neighbor
& that wind twirls
through the
aging night
Twilight washes across the east
pallid colors swell
as our sun nears that horizon
About the Author: Wandering troubadour Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 500 journals on six continents; and 24 collections of poetry – including In the Jaguar Valley (dancing girl press, 2023) and Santa Marta Ayres (Origami Poems Project, 2024). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. Her writing has been honored by the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada (2011), and nominated for the Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize. Caputo has done literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. She journeys through Latin America with her faithful knapsack Rocinante, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth.
Image Credit: Hugo Simberg “The Wind Blows” (1897) Public domain image courtesy of Artvee
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