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.