photo (c) Lorraine Caputo
ON THE WIND
All morning clouds swirl through this valley & over the jungle-tangled
mountains tumbled by cascades, veiling densely snowed Tungurahua. On a southeastern wind, smoke & ash drift with the leaden clouds.
Come afternoon stark blue rends those clouds. From a roof top four boys fly a
kite, distant, barely visible against the sky a-shuttling, quickly reweaving into a thick grey shawl, shedding mist upon
this village, whorling with sun, spinning a rainbow mountain to mountain.
published in Blue Fifth Review – Poetry Special (September 2018) https://bluefifthreview.wordpress.com/2018/09/01/poetry-special-five-poets-september-2018-18-5