the dove

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just then,

a dove descended 
to a branch, of mountain ash 
growing in my yard.

as it fluttered to gain its footing,
its wings brushed the leaves.

a small tuft of feather 
was torn from its breast
and drifted downward.

I thought of you then;

drifting away from me
and from the time 
when we were whole.

I wonderd where the tuft of feathers
would end up 
and if it would ever be 
part of a whole once more.

then I smiled

because my heart knew the answer

wherever you went 
you would always be surrounded 
by those who love you

for…

how could they not?

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