DYING YUNGAS MOON
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A night in that world between high Andes and steamy jungle ... Come ....

DYING YUNGAS MOON

Paprika Plains at Night (digital art) (c) Lorraine Caputo

DYING YUNGAS MOON

I. The near-full moonlight seeps through quilted clouds raveling, revealing a pure-white orb.

II. The dusk thunder that had rolled through these deep jungle valleys has silenced. Its lightning still pulses white from cloud to cloud. The eclipsing moon now & again glimpsed through the seams of this night’s sky.

Until she is smothered beneath a shower.

III. All Soul’s Eve I pirouette beneath the waning moon, a brilliant pearl nested upon rent cotton-wool clouds silhouetted midnight blue, billowing towards the Amazon.

IV. In the dead hours of the Día de los Muertos waifly fog drifts through the village. Phantom palm trees sway in their swift passage. The moon, the stars, the mountains invisible.

& once departed, the light of this near-half moon reveals mountain silhouettes. To the solitary song of a cricket, higher clouds slowly thread scant clouds.

V. Lightning & thunder vibrate through the cloud- veiled sky of stars & half-moon. The valleys, the cobbled streets echo with the music of villagers feasting with the dead.

published in “Dying Yungas Moon” in The MOON Magazine (September 2017) http://moonmagazine.org/lorraine-caputo-poems-by-moonlight-2017-09-02

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