Morning Doves

This morning

scrolling through

not

wondering

at all-

dangerous-

sipping on

that wonderful

cigarette

and that

simultaneous

wet cough

and the morning dove

majestic

also clueless

seemingly

coo’s

and I look

up

because

that is what I am supposed to

do.

That is my resolution

to myself

is that I look up

if something is

calling me

to distract me

from my

distractions. 

And I remember

when I was younger

and the 

morning doves

sat on the

rotting fence

and coo’d

between the

fruit trees

albeit about to

be chopped 

down

replaced with

fruitless

trees. 

But they were pretty

so…

And when I was

wrecked on

my back

2 1/2 story porch

downtown

about to give

up

but there were

those fucking

morning doves

calling my 

attention

and then there

was here

for eight

years

I look up

because they are

so few

and far

between. 

like those moments. 

you just have to

look up

I suppose.