“Rock Doves” by Kristine Nowak

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At times, you can see the relation
between the common pigeon
and its more elegant cousins:
the mourning dove, the white-winged.
It’s in the smooth curve of their crowns,
the low waterfall of their cooing,
the way their wings flare upwards
towards the heavens
when they are about to land
on some trash can.
They are from the family of peace
birds and love birds.
From their rookeries of shit
and matted feathers, they stalk
the sidewalk for crumbs
with something almost
like grace.

-Kristine Nowak

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