Poem. Cheryl Dumesnil. It’s not the Holy Spirit.

8 Jul

It’s not the Holy Spirit


letting up out of an oil-slicked puddle

between the tracks on 9th Avenue,


that manic, feathered flashing toward

the N Judah’s windshield. It’s only


a rock dove, tail fan splayed, pewter

wings spread wide, reversing direction


mid-air. But tell me, what better prayer

than this: the near miss, the heart


shocked awake, that bird rising over

soot-drenched buildings, gated doors.




2 Responses to “Poem. Cheryl Dumesnil. It’s not the Holy Spirit.”

  1. Laura July 10, 2013 at 01:14 #

    Aaaahhhh . . . bliss. Thank you for writing poetry!


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