The dove is the harshest bird
Its sqwacks and its coos
One scolds me one soothes
I haven't a clue
Which can be counted on
Alarm or calm
When it sweeps through my yard
Peace coming and going
I try to focus on the rhythm
Over longer and longer
Periods of time
Until there could only be
This one dove coming
And going for now
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