In The Mourning

May 8, 2009
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The mourning dove
on the boughs of the oak,

its heavy call
heaving itself

against the walls
of its body,
against the walls

of the universe;
either praising or
surrendering to

what is absolute
and unknown.

“How I cry
for a world
with boundaries.”

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