THE DOVE (October 29, 2013)

Out from that lava,

   Burned my eyes

   Could see it with them closed,

Out of a golden white plume

A dove

 

My hand grasped for it

   Like smoke

   Wafted through the bird

One of us wasn’t real

Or else the dove

Is not capable of being tamed

 

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