a dove strolls the canopy
up and down branches
trunk to leafy ends
head bobs in every nook
fork and split stem
for the eggs growing inside
something isn’t right
the scaffold for the nest
the shade the view
secrecy quick access
so she takes off
a wingbeat into a wind
that turns to console
the tree comfort its leaves
mentions it can stay but
only for a little while
that it knows silence feels like failure
and rejection is the thing
we all have to face
quietly and alone
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