Good Friday morning

on this Good Friday

a lone singer

of early morning moonsongs

sang me awake

their warbling tune

soon joined

by a chorus

hidden in lush bamboo

then joined too by the sound of the kettle

and a small dog tip toeing across the kitchen floor

so much in a morning

so much in a song

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