The Doves of Cyprus


The doves of Cyprus
startle me with their innocence;
forgive me,
I have been abroad

and everything home
seems new to me now,
new to me somehow,
as though leaving were /

is the right thing to do.
Today the doves of Cyprus
are perched on the top of an
apartment building,

in some upheaval due to
some oncoming rain.
They are so small,
the doves of Cyprus,

with a perfect white-off grey
and when they coo they coo
so softly, so whisperingly,

with such holiness.
It extinguishes
my human rage
in one wingspan.


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