ECUADOR POEMS: AT THE RIO COSANGA

AT THE RIO COSANGA

We left our San Isidro cabanas

And stopped at the bridge on the Rio Cosanga

To search for the elusive yellow duck

For which we were not to be in luck.

However, blue swallows sat on a rail

Preening and flipping their wings and tails,

Then dipping and swooping in widening arcs

Snapping up insects above the rocks

Where the river rushed in a foaming flood

Fed by the weeping clouds above.