has already been said
by poets greater than I am.
So, I only want to ask this about Spring:
how does a mother dove
make a nest
to withstand
wind gusts
of over
fifty
miles
per hour?
And when
it blows
apart,
why does
she risk
her life
to rebuild
it?
Oh,
I know:
she is
a
mother.
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