Poem 27

1doves that shift with melodic praise

the snowman given at halloween

the gruff angles at the curb's set


a coin echoes above all as it slips
     down a well
its glimmer met in shade and rust


above us, a rock dove lifts to the
     alley's top
as we walk through the caked mud


we try limericks and talk, but the
streets look slenderly and balk

at each line. the dove flies gently away.


whitewashed houses leaning all together

a glint of sunlight through pews and fodder

and a soft splash upon mossy water.