H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n
Two doves were building a nest
on a ledge jutting out above
the sliding doors of a retail store.
One patiently sat while the other
flew to the parking lot & back
with twigs & pieces of styrofoam.
"Are you crazy?" I yelled at them.
"Do you think you are common pigeons
who copulate in the rain? Or Herring Gulls
who use the x-ray vision God gave them
for finding pizza crusts within a box?
"Fly thou quickly to the hanging light
on the loading dock around the back.
There, safe from crows & curious kids,
construct your silly, little home.
Fear not the diesel exhaust, the starlings
or the pallet jacks of Sam & Felix.
"You will find abundant grass seed
in the Jewish graveyard by the condos,
plenty of puddles, plus the south-facing
spot is a transient renter's bonus,
you'll love the view of the Hilton."
The doves accepted my advice:
Protect them, Lord, your winged things,
the equals of both mollusks & mice,
the products of a million springs.
[Originally published in NHS 2001, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs01/rixon.html.]