Epitaph for a Dove

Were you just resting
or had you given up?
Sacrificed too much,
lost your lover in the storm?
What meter of suffering
beat in your heart?
When was enough enough for you?
I turned around to save you,
bide your time,
but my neighbor was in a hurry,
knocked you flightless to the curb,
before I could set us free.

If you love this poem, then you’ll love EVIDENCE OF FLOSSING: WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND.


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