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March 26
by Meghan HelmichI noticed a mourning dove lying in the street
where its mate paced helplessly
around the lifeless feathers
waving in the breeze of the passing cars.
I felt my throat tighten and my face flush
as I followed the bird's frantic movements,
dodging the oncoming traffic
while we softly grieved together.
Here is goodbye, you precious lover. 03/26/2012 Posted on 03/26/2012
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/26/12 at 09:12 PM This poem paints a simple scene, but the imagery and force of that scene is remarkable and profound. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/27/12 at 02:14 AM Those birds do mate for life. How many of us find a mate for life? I enjoyed the write lady. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/27/12 at 10:48 PM This is intensely sad, most effective. |
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