Gently,
this
is enough

Twelve vultures
seven black and five turkey
Like honey in hot tea
I’m gone in early morning

In Subotica, it was doves
night and day
from the library, the town park
and above the ice rink
clouds glowing pink

“Let there be birds in the poem”
she says

Let there be humans
too
let there be a body
tucked against
another body
let there be hands
moving slow,
here and there
let there be blood
flowing
freely

listen
a mountain dove
is cooing
in the late Winter sun