His Doves Cry

May 30, 2017


After more than 7 hours and 13 days,
the doves overlook the doorways,
rustle in their cages, coo, and their
keening runs low. High-pitched calls
come more frequently at night now.

Those two doves raise their wings,
pick between their feathers, and dart
the small seeds of their eyes at each
other and at every corner. He named
them royalty—Divinity and Majesty.

They must know he flew far away.
The one who described their cries
has left the nest in Paisley Park.


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