a dove

settled on the sill

and I called my cat



love

if looks could kill

and that was that



the glass

of the windowpane

and away she flew



over the grass

glistenin' in the rain

and on out of view



over the buildings

stone (w)rote cages

where people live



over the gilded

old outrages

that we can't forgive



the moon

hangin' in the sky

like a copper pan



a tune

welling in her eye

goin' through Cheyenne



the wing

of an aeroplane

and away she flew



to sing

searing in her brain

your point of view



over the mountains

changing seasons

and the falling leaves



long ago countin'

damn good reasons

colors she believes



the phone

ringin' off the hook

like a magic wand



my own

let me take a look

in the polluted pond



escapes

aren't all that bad

and away she threw



the tapes

and any chance she had

of returning to



over the heartache

lucid dreaming

of the lost way out



and if we are awake

who's that screaming

what it's all about