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Dove Poem

by Michael Lee Johnson

I hear
scratch of
little dove feet.
I hear peck
of little dove bills
in bird-seed basket
on my balcony —
in near silence
on rain-filled
afternoon —
overhead darkness,
cramped up with rage,
holds off a minute
so I may
hear these sounds.

Copyright © 2007 by Michael Lee Johnson

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