at her house she watches
two doves in love
pamper a nestling
at mine I see
a pair of males
compete for a bride
hers do a
bob and coo
a beak of food
a scan for danger
mine a peck and
shoulder bump
cut off landings
aerial pursuits
this morning a rat
climbs her tree
here a courtship
is decided
both leave conclusive evidence
feathers in the wind
up all night writing because I wanted some sparkling revelation to offer this morning but words failed and I have nothing to show but the sloppy stains of scribbles and cross-outs maybe I'll learn som
truth aches when an overread book is continually misunderstood or when a love that needs to shout is left to linger unspoken on lips
to this swirling existence we write about so why not dabble in the dialect and points of view? use solitary clouds and footprints fresh stains and old smells the embraces of snakes turn words upside d