On the Beauty of the Common Rock Dove
Noble silhouette
against the pale blue sky
under the serene white crescent
of the four o’clock moon
(meanwhile, across town)
A freedom of starlings
congregates below
the peeling green windows
while reflections of flight
in warped bulging glass
give weight to the theory
of glass as a liquid
flowing at the speed
of war between
the sun’s fickle warmth
and the ever-hungry shade
T.H.
