Excerpts

This entry is part 5 of 41 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2012

The call of vendors in the streets,
the yowling of a cat drowning out the chitter of birds;
the early morning rabble of roosters in their cages,
the drip of water into plastic pails;
the diesel drone of jeepneys in the alley,
the bickering of neighbors across the fence,
the crying of a child who can’t go back to sleep—
Any one of these, sounds you might swear
you have not heard in many years.

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Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2012

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