Twenty-ninth Saturday, from Assisi

 

Tile roofs’ corduroy

Soft with spots of olive moss,

Spiky with dried grass.

 

Sun slides above hill.

In valley, sudden shadows

On newly bright fields.

 

On pine tree’s bent tip

Mourning dove lights, balances,

Calls, waits, calls again.

 

 

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