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[gwenkern]

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

Comments

[cvilleghost]

you write beautifully... did you ever take classes

[gwenkern]

Thanks -- I did take classes, a long time ago. Now I just try to keep my hand in a little.