A Short Poem to Grace the Morning

(as it is 08:00 here in the Chicago area)

“untitled”

“time, handmaiden of sorrows
too numerous to count.
Yet, in her grief, she finds
Time.

Ahh.

Were it a toy to be batted about
A claim to be made upon.

Instead this:
A solitary mourning dove with no mate,
Taking what could be a last descent
Toward last night’s corn.”

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~ by Benji on 5 September 2014.

One Response to “A Short Poem to Grace the Morning”

  1. Oh, how sad and sweet Benji. (We have many wild doves in our garden here, and we do feed them corn. We even have a Mourning Dove, which Jamaicans sometimes keep in cages. They have a sad cry). Beautiful!

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