10,310. SIGN OF THE DOVE

SIGN OF THE DOVE

This world awakens me; it screams, it yells,

it 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 and 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 the day.

I too seek to flower and soar and grow;

one more moment to prosper and blossom.