Dove Poem
I hear
scratch of
little dove feet.
I hear peck
of little dove bills
in bird seed basket
on my balcony-
in near silence
on rain filled
afternoon-
lightening,
thunderstorm
overhead darkness,
cramped up with rage,
holds off a minute
so I may
hear these sounds.
Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, IL after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta Canada during the Viet Nam era. He is a freelance writer and poet. He is heavy influenced by Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Irving Layton, and Leonard Cohen. His recent book, The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom (2007) is available on iUniverse and Amazon.com.