Morning, green-tea steams
The black book collects her thoughts
Tears, like petals, fall

Her eyes track a flight of doves
Reflected in broken glass

April 2010


10 Responses to “Doves”

  1. jvonbargen Says:

    Exquisite visual! Great job, mate.

  2. jvonbargen Says:

    Truly did. That’s as beautiful a piece as I have ever read.

    • And to think – this morning I was reading my spam – as is my wont – and some idiot sent “You are the worst author”… yeah – like I’m going to follow a viagra link to something that says that… :))

  3. Can’t decide if the black book is hers or is her.

  4. Outstanding, my friend. You nailed it with this one!

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