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gull
August 6, 2024
given the gift of wings, of flight,
the gull lives its life solely by the sea.
enjoying every sunset, brilliant and dull,
soaring through the salty, turbulent breeze,
diving and swallowing whatever fish feels
brave enough to hold its breath and leap
from its container in a movement of ecstasy.
the gull could travel the world,
unbounded by the earth,
flow by the currents,
see the Unseen,
know the Unknown,
and yet it remains:
by the sea
after dusk
September 25, 2025
under the watchless stars of the night,
creatures typically unseen emerge:
both hares and roaches feel comfortable enough to
reveal themselves.
and I, too, reveal myself while the streets are dead.
the Earth split in two worlds,
the hares and roaches and I in the latter
there is a tranquility present:
the slow, reverberated rumble of the highway always
present but never visible;
the chorus of nauseating toad and cicada calls that lie
dormant during the Waking Hours;
the distant blinking lights soaring across the sky
in a prescriptive arc
there are less stars out
