After whipping off the last poem
On the back of a roll of yellow raffle tickets
Between handing the tickets out
(trying to give it my all, really),
The exhibition hall went quiet.
I saw two morning doves
On a beam beyond the wall of windows
And my idiot brain thought:
She's the one on the right, and
I'd be happen to be the pigeon on an adjacent beam
Catching a contact high from the pigeon on the left
Who she is clearly meant to be with.
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