The Dance Of Doves

Vintage Words


Wings forget flight. Claws

become the stuff inches

above plush white carpet. It

is not dancing when

what mythically occurs

is something else.


Angels stop and learn

a new way to move across

snow, remembering the steps

created by a dove, intuiting

what it means to be angelic.


Humans sigh, captured moments

of a dove settling to a frosted bough

wishing they could do that. Just

like that.







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