SEAGULL

over the swell i soar rebuffed ; undefeated
with my keen eye upon a blue peak
in a maelstrom of workaday
miracles.
I peck at a shipwreck and sing shanties.
my egg tooth whistling
like a golden throat
befeathered
by toil
so close to
the sea-
The sun is the ground.
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