Escape
Huddled in its coop
—the barred door open—
the dove looks at me and
coos like a distant lover.
It struts slowly forward
like a white origami crane
or captured butterfly
recently set free.
It spreads its wings, flapping
them like linen pillowcases
hung out to dry in a stiff
summer breeze.
It leaps upward with
grace and majesty and
I marvel at the serenity
of its unfettered flight.
It does not look back.
Robert P. Hansen teaches philosophy courses at a community college. In addition to poetry, he also writes genre fiction. His recent eBook publications include a free Story Sampler (14 stories from his collections), The Golden Key (Book 3 of his Angus the Mage fantasy series), and 2014: A Year of Poetry. For more information on his writing and where to find what he has published, visit his blog at: http://rphansenauthorpoet.wordpress.com/.
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ReplyDeleteWow, what a sense of wonder you have written with this awesome poem. I really enjoyed reading this lovely piece this evening. Great work,
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