How Doves Fly

I try to listen so carefully

Imagining the sound

When white wings tighten

And soaring turns toward land

The way the power of flight 

Eats gravity in acceleration

Moving from air to ground

Feathers in unison 

I remembering what you were then

Exactly the way you are now

The confident motion of your legs

Strong and lovely 

What surprise to discover that

You were not invited to the party

Not feeling or seeing the grace 

Athletic essence of swan nature

The Barbie fairytale turning plastic

Dreams of highest heals into mutilated

Disgust not forbearing even one breath

Of knowing truth

As if poison apple made all women

Blind to knowing heart of naked design

Yet with you even more so

Never feeling the the supple sculpture

If only I could take possession 

Of your eyes to show 

The flight of the dove

As she cuts swiftly through the wind.