A/N: 2/23/09

Doves

Sinuous arms arched forward
posturing glide through clovers
They bask in the mid-summer sun
in its warmth; plaid eternal flame
in its eyes; for they see the shame
The same that we caress
a curse

being bound to earth's nest.

How they flutter in passion
winged emblems of hope
A flight to salvation
let their story be told!