The Flapper Press Poetry Café Features Lorraine Caputo for Its Today's Poem Series
By Flapper Press Poetry Café:
The Flapper Press Poetry Café continues its series called TODAY'S POEM, highlighting one poem per article—that's right, just one—from poets from around the world.
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Today, we feature the poetry of Lorraine Caputo!
Wandering troubadour Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator, and travel writer. Her works appear internationally in over 500 journals and 24 collections of poetry, including Orinoco Plains (dancing girl press, 2025). She also authors travel narratives, articles, and guidebooks. She is a Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada honoree (2011) and Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominee. 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.
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In the Early Morning Sun
Across the table
across my breakfast plate
fall the shadows
of pigeons swooping
in the early morning sun
*
Sunlight rivulets along the curls
of a young woman walking
down a cobblestone street,
the clear pack on her chest
bobbing with each step, within
her rabbit’s ears bobbing,
the bouquet of red roses
she holds brilliant
in the early morning sun
* *
Near the plaza
an older woman arranges
bunches of sunflowers
& bunches of red roses, pink roses,
placing them in buckets
in the shadows cast
by the early morning sun
* * *
& the waning moon fades
in this early morning sun
From the poet:
This poem captures the city of Quito beginning its day. The scenes are from the Centro Histórico, the Historic Center of Ecuador’s capital, which was UNESCO’s first World Heritage Site. I like to wander a city in those early hours just after sunrise, when a woman is hurrying to work (or perhaps heading home from a long night of work), when another is setting up to sell her flowers. Such scenes are the same wherever, whenever we may go—but always a little something special captures our eye, our imagination.
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