The Pleasure of Doves
I watched them through a white curtain,
a pair of preening doves in April gray.
At first, she loped in worried circles
What to do– what to do– then
rapt in his black pearl eye
she settled in the iridescent down
as he presented his feathers
like a peony.
– Teresa Kiplinger
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