Wednesday Morning 5:30 a.m. – September 17, 2014

by Georgia



muffled morning
clouds like soft cottony wool
or billowing fog –

a screech owl cried out
hunter’s hallelujah
one less rat around

cat in the courtyard
caught his lady-love at last …
boy did they yowl,
knocked over the trash cans
waking up my neighbor’s black dog –

* a waka form popular in Japan in the late 18th and early 19th century.


six o’clock
a clock radio went off
some more bombs were lobbed
don’t know where this time though
’cause they turned the thing off.



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