nightingale that sings in the morning I wake to the coo the sudden trill of the uguisu “oo-goo-ee-soo” nightingale of Japan wake in the morning to the sun’s grace treetops rising from hills beyond Kobe my interim suburb and it is spring I rise to the coo the tripping trill of the warbler alien avian ringtone from a realm beyond Japan jasmine in the air the simmer of morning rice and am lulled into mystery the surprise of it I listen again and again to the coo the trill full-throated and so Japan rarely seen by the locals who open to its music each morning staggered anew as if arriving expressly to lift and transport each of their days I learn of this the coo a trill rendered “hoh-hoh-kay-kyoh” in the poetics of Japan how the bird began to sing at any hour of any season commonly particular in the distant morning text of this land I hear the coo the trill one last time this morning through until evening and well into the night where I dream that I never want to leave this Japan and that I never want to die
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alien avian ringtone. Love that line.
A nightingale of a poem.