Keep

There is a bar through the
Window. 
Thick. Solid

Dividing this side from that.

On the one side, a dove
Settle in a tree fork
Gentle grey against the gentle
Blue sky

Framed from this house
That always feels like its floating.

On the other there are burglarbars.

Straight
Regular
Trappings

Designed to keep
Keep
Keep.

On the one side is me.
And the other there is you.

(the dove has flown now, happy metaphor, 
And we lie here wordless)