bleached white pigeon bones
resting on the dewy grass
as I walked to church with my family
I stared at the nearly complete skeleton
I had never seen anything like that
in my young life
the form of it's former self
firmly in place
as though flesh and feather
had left for an appointment
the bones were not invited to
I stared as long as I could
until they pulled me by the hand and
I ambled along thinking
about something I can longer remember
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