Ending, Beginning

Written by RitaC on May 30th, 2014

When the ash wing dove

dips my way

on the day

that is my last

I will float

onto its feathered back

lean low

steady, ready

to soar into

the near unseen

a teardrop

in someone’s eye

a sigh

in someone’s breath

an ache

in someone’s chest.


The ash wing dove

flies closer

to the sweet place

landing from memory,

standing on

the unmarked target,


to the far world again as

my voice drops away

my eyes settle deep

inside me and

my body is a flash of gold.


Dedicated to my mother Suzie O’Neil and my ex-husband, Bob Speer.



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