The Pleasure of Doves

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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