Doves by James Babbs

late Sunday morning and
the maple tree in my front yard
is filled with beautiful doves
at last count there were eleven of them
just sitting out there among
the leafless branches of the tree
I don’t remember seeing this many doves
all gathered together in the same place before
am I supposed to glean
some kind of meaning from this
but while I’m contemplating these things
a car with a loud muffler drives past and
startles the doves into flight
and I watch all those wings
frantically against the cloudless sky
the doves rising up before flying away and
I don’t see where they all end up
I keep looking through the window
but the doves do not return

James Babbs-Author Photo
James Babbs is a writer, a dreamer, a three-time loser and an all-around nice guy who just wants to be left alone. James is the author of Disturbing The Light(2013) & The Weight of Invisible Things(2013) and has hundreds of poems and a few short stories scattered all over the internet.

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