(no subject)
one mourning dove wails
on our asphalt hill
it's morning
august
life is suspended
five days until i leave
in charlottesville i loved
the walk downtown just after dawn
a waiter hosed off plastic chairs
at the blue bird café
bacon fried across the street
high clouds kept me cool
just long enough
the dove hoots
so evenly
like sleepers breathe
on our asphalt hill
it's morning
august
life is suspended
five days until i leave
in charlottesville i loved
the walk downtown just after dawn
a waiter hosed off plastic chairs
at the blue bird café
bacon fried across the street
high clouds kept me cool
just long enough
the dove hoots
so evenly
like sleepers breathe