This is dedicated to my friend, who died last Friday. I, being away at school, did not find out until today. It's very short, but it expressed exactly how I feel, and how I think he would have left this earth.

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The Dove

Dedicated to T. M. Shaw

1986-November 25, 2005

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The dove

A single gray-white flash hurtling across the rain-streaked

Panes of the coal cellar window

Winging its way through the snagging rust-wires

of the alleyways

And into an infinite sky.

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requiescat in pace

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I don't think I should write "please review", so I'll write "thank you for reading this". I'm sure that, somewhere, he appreciates it.