This entry was posted on 05/02/2017 by SW/AWW. It was filed under Poetry and was tagged with Carol Frost.
Mourning doves eat the seeds I spread outside my writing room window. They see me through the glass. They don’t fly away. It’s winter. Seeds are seeds.
05/02/2017 at 13:41
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