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The Mourning Dove's Call

    for Peggy and Frank

The mourning dove's call woke me
In the still night, when it was still night
To me. Those sounds were older even
Than the box radio, and they said,
"Your mother is walking along the road.
I saw your dead father last night
Near the cottonwood grove."
I slept all night in a house with dear
Friends asleep in a neighboring room.
The call woke me in the still night.

Robert Bly

Talking into the Ear of a Donkey
W. W. Norton

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