This is the reality we both live by.
yet, one is one and both pass us by.
the dove returns on TV and I hear its coo.
but, overhear another as if it’s not in my room.
and, I am right, it landed slow a few feet outside my sliding
glass window by my windswept wavy pool.
it flagrantly mocked me.
‘coo, coo, coo’…
yes, I answered, ‘I am your fool,
not yet dead’!
There on my TV was one.
then, another by my pool at the same time.
one was real, the other was in a documentary about the Sonoran Desert.
I poured another glass of California wine.
as I watched the PBS documentary
I drooled and stained my brand new
I knew then and there I was
doomed to be the dove’s
personal old fool
whenever it decided
to land again.
a noble quest.
feet up on the stool.
Wife’s gonna be pissed.
drink and be merry.
pray I don’t turn into
one blazin’ fairy.
I nearly married curvy Mary.
Not beer bellied Larry.
I get the award,
I am the dove’s die-hard fool.
be proud in whatever
you earnestly do…