Slow dawn
tints the clouds
orchid, gilds the
willows, the creamy
full moon sliding
over the reed-
bedded depths of a
dried lagoon, swans
& flamingos
long fled
& the wind, that wind
awakens, whipping
the trees, whirling
sere soil skyward
into the growing
light of this new
Patagonian morn
BURNT RAILS
(San Marcos, Texas)
In the early morning hours
I hear the rumbles of the trains
the horns
the deep rumble of diesel engines
I feel their heaviness
of their journeys
of a time long past
in most elsewhere
I feel the heaviness
of a life left elsewhere
the many years I spent there
their heaviness …
their heaviness …
An old part of my Self
from younger days
looks longingly into the distance
those tracks wind into
I quit the streets
to walk among the high weeds
trash & hard, sharp stones
The winter-weakened desert sun
burning off the rails
& gravel beds
Lorraine Caputo is a wandering troubadour whose poetry
appears in over 250 journals on six continents, and 18 collections –
including Notes from the Patagonia (dancing girl press,
2017), On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019)
and Escape to the Sea (Origami Poems Project, 2021). She
journeys through Latin America with her faithful knapsack Rocinante, listening
to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her
adventures at www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer or https://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com.
You took me with you.
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