Beginning Again

a mourning dove
mourned not 
for me
but
for the morning
sun to 
come

the sun it
seems
stuck
on
the horizon
can't
rise

it's not due
to super
glue
but
painfully
for you
and me

and so the moon
in the green
room
is
told to
come
back

an encore to say
at least 
to day
put
your hands
together
to plaud

lets slip back in
into the night
into
our sheets
to sleep
hold me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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March 15, 2019 at 6:40 PM
Wow, Jeff, this is really, really a good poem. Perfect imagery. Love, Panagiota
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