3 poems by Arvilla Fee
Under the Deck I hear the coo of the mourning dove echoing down the chimney flue, all the more melancholy fluted by walls of tin. I wonder what she thinks up there, her tiny talons dug into sticky, black shingles. I wonder if, like me, she needs these moments of peace as the sun slits […]
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