By Madison
Date: 7 May 2000
perspective
April is gone again. My eyes
look up into a bath of onyx sky
soft undersides of white-
tipped doves shining pale like
fish in water
gold washed silver, thirty or more
in skies of night.
They flock, they glow as
vaguely as the city vapor lights.
(silence)
They leave behind the
space they once absorbed
like prayers and
promises and
love's exchange
they take
into an arch of sky
driven as we are
by life inside the life
above the grayscale line
of fence
and gravel road.
M Madison
2 May 2000
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