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Jan 2021
At first light, I turn my head
towards an open window
and listen to the dove’s lament.
I know his pain. I know his cry.

He weeps in such a way
that makes me wish
I could answer,
but only God or another dove
can heed that call.

I turn my head away from the window,
pull warm covers back over my ears
and wait for him to fly away.
Chris Chaffin
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Chris Chaffin  48/Cisgender Male/Vancouver, WA
(48/Cisgender Male/Vancouver, WA)   
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