Monday, May 19, 2008
Mourning Dove
Mourning dove mourns the empty porch, the waking of day alone; the rainless humidity, the ending of what was. Mourning dove coo’s the sun hiding behind clouds, the unmowed lawn, the waterless bird bath, the post without grain. Mourning dove gazes at its reflection in me; and doesn’t fly off. I fill...
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