Poem-A-Thon: Day 10 of 30

day 10/on a bird's song I hear frequently

MOURNING DOVES

Mourning doves,

how lonesome you sound,

singing out your sorrow,

even when paired.

An uncanny birdsong,

full and low,

like breath across the mouth

of a large earthen vessel,

or the sound of a pan flute

blowing through the Badlands

calling out for

someone who is gone,

unfindable.

Day 10 of TIFERET JOURNAL's 2018 April Poem-A-Thon (a poem a day for the entire month of April).