Mudlark No. 55 (2014)

Dawn, Sumatra

Crows like nameless pennants flap the length of the sunrise sky.
Ornery, aggrieved, garrulous,   
landing in one poor man’s rice field, in another, then another. 

With a tree-stump for a stage, the rooster is a solo crooner.
Peahens clamor about him like lustful groupies
enchanted by the daybreak and his coxcomb silhouette. 

Peter Marcus | Manhattan/Bali: A Jet Lag in Fragments
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