breakfast: black coffee
perched on the front door steps
in birdcrammed morning
its brash black smell steams into air
thick with sound,
curling around the stars and loops
spirals and whistles, pip! pip!s
spurts and whirrrs--
the sun smudge smiling blearily
into birdchat like seed full berry jam
thick heaped on toast
while muted insect trills and hums
pack thick the background
music crushed and sugar-sweet
buzz and rattle
scuttle
Hear! Hear! Here! rawthroated cock
bragging and chortling
glad to be crowing up
the sun. The sun up, glowing
like warmed butter drips
and melts in every cranny
of (now)
day
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