Dove, prose writing

Friday evening, 6:22, after work Mary drove up,
rushing into the house, “I just saw two doves,
one soared over our roof and the other crashed
into our kitchen window.”

We hurried outside to the
flower garden, picked up
the brown-gray turtle-dove. 
“It broke its neck, instantly,” I said.

“They mate for life, don’t they?” Mary asked.
“I think so, like eagles.”
We wrapped the dove in a towel
And placed her in a shoe box.

Saturday morning, I weighed her.
5.25 ounces. The banana next to her, 5.75 ounces.
The tomato, 7.5 ounces. her length, 11 inches.
Her tail feathers splayed out bigger than my open hand.

When I opened her wings, I saw
they were surely from an angel.

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About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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