a dove as its nobility
distinguishes it from the fog
impending over a canvas
the beady eyes of a cityscape
vindicated by their disdained cries
voices drowned out
by the white noise of a rain
drop against the window sill

dove as its wings are unfolding
between bodies and their skeletons
like a bier; an honorary mention
who, amongst the recipients, misers
and dreamers
all flocking toward the same door
their voices bartering with the white
noise of a raindrop against a window sill
their fog extinguishing

and the dove’s belief in itself
indistinguishable from the fog as well