Apart from any meaning in the haiku, the cooing of mourning doves does remind me of childhood also. Specifically, warm summer San Leandro mornings at my Mom and Dad's house and all that the memory entails. We have them now in the backyard and I couldn't quite place my finger on that feeling.
Apart from any meaning in the haiku, the cooing of mourning doves does remind me of childhood also. Specifically, warm summer San Leandro mornings at my Mom and Dad's house and all that the memory entails. We have them now in the backyard and I couldn't quite place my finger on that feeling.
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