Thirty-Four Days

A Pyle Modern Game rooster, tall and slender with white plumage and gold-orange hackles, in a stone-coloured belted trench coat, seated upright on a small wooden bench under the wooden eaves of a shuttered shop in a narrow Tokyo backstreet in steady rain, folded wing feathers on his knees and long scaled yellow rooster legs reaching to the wet pavement, a clear plastic umbrella leaning closed against the shutter beside him, potted plants and overhead wires along the lane

The Umbrella Stays Shut

It has rained every day since the last week of August. Somewhere in the third week he stopped opening the umbrella, which leans against the wall beside him now like a colleague who has also stopped.

29 September 2026