Pink

a lone dove
coos at a pink sky
until night falls

 

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Pink

  1. Spare, clean and so so so. I am brought back to stubble-fields between Sanford and Oviedo, Florida in the 1960s after a morning dove hunt before sunset. Later at sunset, listening to a lone dove call, ambivalence settles: good eatin’ (if you bet all the birdshot tweezered out and a melancholy over the ease of hitting the limit. But next season so many more to feast on the field’s remains. I had not thought of those hunts and the dove calls in years. Thanks.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s