Monday, December 22, 2014

One Seagull over Christmas

Circling high, a hundred miles offshore,
banking, hovering, probably hearing 
the grinding of cars 
and Christmas carols
from the planned-out world below. 

So there he goes, banking away
from the shopping center
gliding even higher, over the wild pines
the shopping center didn’t get,
away, toward the unplanned sea. 

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