The Cock Crows

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The Cock Crows

It’s already half-past eight, and I feel the morning gone but the day presses, as if I am tied to it, like it’s made a claim that I’ve forgotten, you know that feeling, waiting to be surprised by a jack-in-the-box, like you’ve lost your keys, locked yourself out of the house, and where did the day go, and when did I lose it….

a day lost

time ticks a rhythm

the cock crows

 

 

 

Written for MLMM, “Poetic Form Haibun”

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