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the doplap

By: Laura McKee

About The Poem

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

The Poem

the dove-of-peace


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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