New Cities/New Soviets

April 07, 2004

mourning song


peeping dove

I've become completely enchanted with the call of the mourning dove -- the low, haunting chant -- and I hear it from dawn to dusk, all over downtown. One dove has taken up a perch on our fire escape, but there are plently more secreted about -- if I go up to the roof I can hear them singing back and forth to each other. It's wonderful to live in nature.

Posted by Sam at April 7, 2004 08:23 AM

tom pynchon uses birds in his
prefigured postapoco world of the zone
in grav rainbow
birds birds birds
whatz ta sing over
the air is free i guess

Posted by: meat me at April 16, 2004 11:49 AM

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