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Mourning Doves

Two Mourning Doves Fluff up Their Feathers to Stay Warm

Two Mourning Doves Fluff up Their Feathers to Stay Warm

Have such soulful
Eyes, their gray suits
Of feathers blurs and sinks
Them into the background
Like a creature in hiding
They hover below the wild
Bird feeder set up for finches
And harvest the shells, the thistle
Seed casings and what drops after
The finches and faux robins and phoebes
Have feasted. The mourning
Doves huddle and nest in the mountains
Of seed shells and dirt and make circles
With their small bird bodies turning
Into the ground digging a place around
Them as if they were under a shrub with only
The black drops of ink from their tail feathers
Visible. In a group, they lie in wait, their dear gray
Eyes gloomy and sullen and innocent and they want
What the world desires, to be fed and comfortable
And consummated and happy.

 

 

Author’s Bio:

Millicent Borges Accardi has received literary fellowships from the National Endowment for the arts (NEA), the California Arts Council, the Barbara Deming Foundation, and Formby at Texas Tech. Her work has appeared in over 50 publications including Nimrod, Tampa Review, New Letters and Wallace Stevens Journal as well as in Boomer Girls (Iowa Press) and Chopin with Cherries (Moonrise Press) anthologies. Residencies include Yaddo, Jentel, Vermont Studio, Fundación Valparaíso in Mojacar and Milkwood in Cesky Krumlov. Her chapbook, Woman on a Shaky Bridge is with Finishing Line Press. Two full-length collections are forthcoming: Injuring Eternity (Mischievous Muse) winter 2010, and Only More So (Salmon Poetry Ireland), spring 2012.
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