My Friend, The Homing Pigeon

She could barely see where she was going
as we flew down the pavement toward
appointed time.  The sun brightly reflected
off the layer of snow that fell a few days ago.

A dove with wings. 
A moment to be out. 
Yet, she felt too sick to fly.

So many options
as laughingly she passed them by.
"A homing pigeon", I called her.
"Take the wheel" she replied.
We laughed as we recalled
home life.  Where necessity
called for much time in one place.
But what a place!
There is freedom there.
A soft place to fall.
Showers of kindness.
Goodwill to all.

So my dear and precious
homing pigeon,
the beauty of a dove,
I will take the wheel as you need.
Because I need you and you need me.

And I am so happy you forgot your purse.
A time like this has happened before
and deja vu.

My heart will never forget
as call out of window
"I love you......"
as you dropped me by.

I love you soooo much!