the Tropics at 5 in the morning

by Mary McCarthy (Notes) on Sunday, July 31, 2011 at 1:48am

I wake in early morning, almost before the roosters

The rain has not yet arrived fully

Still a light and thoughtful spray

A few stars still out, a crescent moon

Tossed with morning clouds.

Even the frogs are asleep

A yard light on guard

The wind breaths through the bamboo.

The air’s touch light

The touch of a lover just returned, tentative,

Gentle.

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