The Doves

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I told you about the Doves

coming around, didn’t I?

You know

They do that regularly

but only for

a while at a time


they fly away


To where?

Who in Heaven knows…

Maybe, they land on another lucky soul’s block wall

I hear them leave and I hear them arrive

They are kind of noisy about the way they flap their wings and coo

I always get that strange intuitive feeling that I need to pay attention to some subtle or blatantly obvious detail in my life when I see that they’re here

It’s mystical and occult

There’s no words to explain

It’s almost an indescribable feeling

I get these feelings all the time

But, not enough for my satisfaction

I crave more of these moments

And, I hope the Doves visit you

That is, if you think you may need them

I think that’s one of God’s ways

I don’t know, I can’t prove a darned thing

God never gives me his full report

But, then The Doves always come back to me

Even though I’m not feeling the need

And, then I realize

Yes, I do need my Dove friends

To tell me something


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