3752. SIGN OF THE DOVE

SIGN OF THE DOVE

This world awakens, it screams, it yells

and hollers. The tender light brightens walls

and windows, scraping up the sides of things as

if, expectantly, the entire planet was waiting.

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The rising of white, the rising of yellow,

the swarm of colors and glow, revolve

themselves until some frenzied moment is

formed and we are, everywhere, satisfied.

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The bird I see alights from its perch -

its quickly ultimate flurry carries it away.

Afar and aloft, the soar and swoop of

eye and wing and graceful arc bestir me.

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I am, far and away, arisen with that bird -

arisen like the light - arisen like this day.

I too seek to flower and soar and grow;

one more moment to prosper and blossom.