lovable gull, queen of waves
salt and wind built into your senses
airborne
you alone fill my eyes
bird of radiance
dazzling diving arrow
carnival fisher
for a golden second
you become fish
to steal your prey
from the waves
(my eyes sealed this bond with you
for they are fishers of wonders too)
Wings rest with the sunset
the gull is done with work
the gull sisters then become a colony:
every one turns into a sandy sunflower
as they silently
all heads pointing mathematically
to their god
reaching out to catch
his last warming caress
At last the night comes
and the gull dreams
with a distant time
when she was but
a slippery fish
who dreamed of flying
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