Printer Friendly


 the dog and I edged around
the freshly crushed remains
of a mourning dove oh no I thought
I heard they mate for life
someone is lonely
three on those wires where four had been.
Crows appeared on the road.
Next day a mob of mourning doves assembles
on the lawn on the wires
near where the one was killed
a funeral I guess and the day after that
there are four doves again
a funeral
followed by a wedding.
COPYRIGHT 2019 Queen's Quarterly
No portion of this article can be reproduced without the express written permission from the copyright holder.
Copyright 2019 Gale, Cengage Learning. All rights reserved.

Article Details
Printer friendly Cite/link Email Feedback
Title Annotation:Poetry
Author:Carson, Louise
Publication:Queen's Quarterly
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 22, 2019
Previous Article:Cleared of Debris.
Next Article:Yesterday.

Terms of use | Privacy policy | Copyright © 2019 Farlex, Inc. | Feedback | For webmasters