Shy dove
rustling
against the ivy
beneath the dark square
of an oppen window:

are you
frightened
at this motherly night wall?...

Shy dove,
you are but a whimsical twist
at the end of one of those early sun-
rays that suddenly
strike:

now, open your wing
for a second, and after a short

lightening
keep it closed--

.
like an eye-lid