photo (c) Lorraine Caputo
The Dia de los Muertos commemorations have wound down ... yet this silence, this light remains ...
It’s a strange light today that bathes this Day of the Dead
A strange stillness shrouds the silent streets
A man walks by a single white rose swaying from his hand sweeping, gathering some memory
A strange light that burns the eyes a metallic, a plasmic odor stinging my nose
A strange light … illuminating …. what?
published in: Chachalaca Review (2016) https://chachalacareview.wordpress.com/chachalaca-review-part-iii