To the Poet, Mei Yao-ch’en
Issue #41
Winter 1986
We listen for the clear voice of our rooster, with all his might demanding the day. There is only quiet, a weak light coming anyway. I’ve looked wherever a bird unfit for life in the wild might hide. It was...
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