It rains; the house of empty windows closes
Missus Vinoca is on her feet
dirt ground
dirt walls
the clay bowl on the window sill harvests the rain
petals
firewood aroma distills
Missus Vinoca is so little
Calico dress
Draws a portal to me
And walks with her leather and wood clogs
Under the tracks of the sky
Poem by: Josette Lassance
Translated
by: Fabíola Marques da Silva
