What is the sound of a coup of a dove? No arms flapping.
On the Wrings of a Dove
We rise
On that warming
Of clear and present
Things to come
Arising
On
Those heir currents
Of turbulent resistance
And unflappable flight
Global in nature
And awe ways a bit loco
As the whirled hurls
Flipping the bird
Wee a send
A message for awe
Look, ma!
No arms
Just
Well yearned soars
A mist
The temp-est
Uncaging those in forced
Cleaving what seams everlasting
The eternal incite
Unbroken flights for life
As soully seen
From a bird’s eye
Thrust
Up on
The breath
Of billions of living beings
Buoyed soully
On that emanating
From every for us
