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42 Minutes Before Sunrise
I let the dog out the kitchen door
and stand guard on the porch
with big beam flashlight
against mountain lions
(although what would I do?)
so the poodle pees on a fencepost
while from silhouette of tree
an owl hoots a great horned
farewell to the night
and from shadowy forest floor
wild turkeys awaken
gobbling indignant squabbles.
Poodle lingers,
leg still cocked though dry
as if he, too, savors this moment
while from dark branches
against a quickening sky
robins, finches, grosbeaks in song
declare their territories, call their mates
and (I believe) express their joy
like a choir without a conductor
lubricating the sunrise
because for birds as in opera
transitions need music.
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First published in The Russell Streur Anthology
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