sharing a poetic LIFELINE with the world



A dove descends
(like a dream made real)
to the puddle by the road.

Did you expect to find a miracle here?
Me neither.
Spirit transforms love
into a bird, feathers and all.

Maybe it means peace.
It probably means nothing.
One dove joined by another.

A pair.

(1st Poetic Muselings Summer Poetry Challenge)





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