—para doña Elva
		… if you can hear these words …
Barefoot a woman walks
south down the black highway
a blue shirt tied at her waist
hiding her bare hips

She crosses her arms
across her bare
large, sagging breasts
her eyes looking down

just walking, walking

Her sun-toasted skin
the color of the eastern hills
twisted from the earth’s depths,
sparsely covered with thorny brush

Above those heights circle frigate birds
flying inland from the deep-blue sea
on the other side of the highway,
ebbing, flowing upon sand

the color of her sun-toasted skin

Quarter moon passes to new

& this afternoon
I see that woman
bewitched by her 
husband’s lover

walking northward
up that black highway
bare-breasted, bare-bottomed
barefoot, sun-toasted

walking, just walking …

Lorraine Caputo

Wandering troubadour Lorraine Caputo is a poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 300 journals on six continents; and 20 collections of poetry – including "On Galápagos Shores" (dancing girl press, 2019) and "Caribbean Interludes" (Origami Poems Project, 2022). 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. 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.