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the last mourning dove

a mourning dove cries inside
the two grays of day

first and last
beginning and end
the start and the finish

her voice moves heavy on the air

my daughter searches the fields
and forests calling out to her

Oo-wah-hooo, hoo-hoo.

the menacing Earth spins over
moving light to dark and
back again

and in the darkness
she answers –
a bird, singing to my child
as i stand in silence.

so i toil in love and i pray,
in the hopes that when she
calls out on the eve of her
darkest night – that i will
be the one to answer

Oo-wah-hooo, hoo-hoo.

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