52 All week the feathery valentines

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All week the feathery valentines

fluttered in the crimson box like doves.

We waited, listening.  The cooing rhymes

ballyhooed our balloted loves.

 

The flocks flew out, hitting each mark

like arrows.  Targeted we learned the stark

lesson: love is nested with small reason.

And no bird augurs the heart’s treason.