Has cooped
within my soul
gathering bygones and
old laced twigging as
homeless phantom love Doves
come to reside
Obscuring their
forsaken pride
Hither to the coming of
nostalgic ill winds
Daring the devouring of
memorable, forgotten seeds...
Enamoring wings
laden with unrest,
given not, to bequest in
redeeming that, which
only poetry can,
prose to bewitch
11.24.2004
Louie Levy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fondling-nest/
