the dove
just then,
a dove descended
to a branch, of mountain ash
growing in my yard.
as it fluttered to gain its footing,
its wings brushed the leaves.
a small tuft of feather
was torn from its breast
and drifted downward.
I thought of you then;
drifting away from me
and from the time
when we were whole.
I wonderd where the tuft of feathers
would end up
and if it would ever be
part of a whole once more.
then I smiled
because my heart knew the answer
wherever you went
you would always be surrounded
by those who love you
for…
how could they not?
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