an alternative to driving
Friday, July 4, 2008
untitled
the night ward passes his urgent message
to doves stuck in the night
they beat wild wings in his wake
delivered on swift winds whispering the end
one by one
white doves drop
turning to creamy
milky water
the message lost in the ripples
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