Frogmouth or Magpie
Frogmouth's soft, sonic beacon persisted
into pre-dawn, through light's rightful chorus,
redefining night as paling margins
where twin swanee-pipes of magpies chanter.
Bruce Montague, Sheila Capulet, both right,
pretending to contend China with Indonesia
over an island of moment: Day? Night?
With eyes tight shut we hear the both o' them.
Jewel of dream in a waking ocean,
foghorn mooting yet
though wind-blown gray spray
flounces curt fussing of rocky girdle.
Call on, deep metronome of comfort:
an hour too early for nine-to-fivers
quicksilvers kisses of parting lovers.
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If you are waiting for 'Phoenix Trees Part Two', it is arriving tomorrow,
meanwhile this unrhymed sonnet of happenstance happened, Shakespeare up and about earlier than I.
