Even the Dove

8555297809_3e6b3c1097_zBy Kate Foran

Before she returned to the ark
with the promise of dry land,
the green sprig of hope clenched
in her beak, even the dove,
as she peered into the endless
churning sea, shuddered.
She spread her heavy wings,
saw a long, white feather fall
slowly down, saw it swallowed
by the black and swollen ocean.

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