In the morning the doves’ lamentmixes with the hum of distant trafficand lawnmowersa conversation bouncingbetween the treeslanguage following the networkof branches and shade, cover There are hawks in this neighborhoodwho also listento the deep breasted plea for lovethat echoes from thoselight hollow boneswhile squirrels scratchalong their fence highwayto fuss and chatterat the cat From myContinue reading “Morning”