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