turtle doves,
gray and white,
chase each other from tree to tree,
zooming back and forth,
in erratic flight,
games of love,
or only messing around,
fifteen or twenty,
paired off in twos.
brings a smile to my face,
and a lift to my heart,
on this beautiful April day,
when the world of man,
seems on fire,
dumpster fires in every land,
created and manipulated,
by our own hands,
Gods, kind and knowing,
only in our own minds,
while turtledoves,
gray and white,
continue their erratic flight.
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