Dove You 

Mourning dove

         Look, look, looks

Walks in zigzags,

         Pads ground with

Burgundy hewn feet,

         His plumage not

Cumulus clad. Peace dove

         Of sifted earth, drab,

Taps lowly way on concrete,

         Sleek head leads,

Bounces, compels, nods,

         Punctuates essential

Path. I hear early call,

         He's taken all O's

From look, look, looks,

         And gentled them

To me

Laura Stickney 2022

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photo by Laura Stickney