Cock a-doo—
Cock a-doo—
The rooster fills his lungs with daylight
The grandmother's broom sweeps layers of night away
Moonlight dissolves in the white areca blossoms
The boiling rice-pot sounds like a burst of rain
The mother rolls up her pants
And lifts her shoulder poles to carry seed
The father exhales pipe smoke
Breath by gray-blue breath
Voices laugh in the distance
In the mist by the village road
Damp grass is barely visible
Spiderwebs
The river market is bustling
Brimming with vegetables
An oar rustles lightly
The river trembles
Night blooms
Like an egg into day
Dreaming birds sing in the trees
Falling stars fill the cistern
There's a lazy man
Who often sleeps late
This morning he wakes early
And stands to watch the day break
Now his idleness saddens him
Because he knows it has made him lose
All those clear cool dawns
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