By Lorraine Caputo

From my pocket with a hole
(that hole through which tarnished coins fall),
I pull a soiled tattered rag.
With wide strokes on the glass, I begin 
swiping away grime that built up since your death,
grime that had built up over the years of abuse …
I want, I need to scrub away that muck, 
wipe away that negativity that obscures my view.
I need clarity, brightness to see …
… I need to scrape away that dirt, 
flake away those too many lies that
bind this window stuck …
… throw this window open
to my future …

Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 250 journals on six continents; and 19 collections of poetry – including On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019) and Escape to the Sea (Origami Poems Project, 2021). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. Her writing has been honoured 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, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her travels on Facebook or through her website.

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