Lost Dove

I went to sweep it all clean

walking aimlessly, just beyond

where the leaves seem to gather

What’s left behind, his letters,

a grocery list, clean shirts, keys in a bowl

A calendar in the drawer

with days marked off

Pictures–so many,

but few of me

Declarations and floating dreams

Most of them broken in pieces now

The awkward dove is lost

Hard to lose a father

 

 

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