the doves followed the hazy moon
out into the night sky.
off from the earth they flew.
around the moon they spun.
drunkenly they wound their trail.
the bleary blue moon was new, was new.
the world turned below
with a billowy shake that loosened the moon.
the two little doves awakened as fear grew.
out of their rhythm they fell.
their wingspan shrunk with fright.
their breath bated as a strong wind of sorrow blew.
down, down they fall.
tears reflecting the tumbling stars’ dimming light.
and gently, eyes closed the hard earth they then knew.
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