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 © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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