mourning doves collect
scattered aftermath
building a life together
mourning doves collect
scattered aftermath
building a life together
bathing in the blue
captured when the clouds would break
raindrops in my hair
the
story
of my life;
i’m not the star
in my incomplete “biopic noir”
a full cord of wood
saturated by spring rain
warm sighs of relief
the children leapfrog
under the forgiveness tree
old toad taking notes
elegantly dressed
swaying beneath the bur oak
waiting for the rains
where
the cat
normally
would be sitting
perfectly framed in the picture window
she’s starts to slowly close her swollen eyes
too exhausted
for crying
useless
tears
cuts
deepen
bone exposed
sitting, watching
a child-sized casket now occupied
words running an endless loop in her head:
they are about
to bury
my heart-
break
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