the doplap

By: 

Laura

McKee

This poem came from observing this bird, in Bexleyheath, during the first Lockdown.

the dove-of-peace

-likely-a-pigeon

is taking his daily allotted

 

up the slope

of the closed down Broadway

Shopping Centre carpark

 

it’s dark in there

but I see him pecking

at whatever’s left

 

his white feathers

a kind of a light

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