Seagull

Seagull
Photo: Thom Masat

Turn to me seagull
crane your neck so I make you not a picture
A few lines scratched against the sea, itself already faded into the plane

Soar briefly
Remind me of the wind on my face
It’s howl in my ear
Fill my eyes with sand
and salt

Strut, seagull
Do as I say
Be not who I am
Disappearing between thoughts
Dissolving between stimuli

Let me be here
Bring me back to life
unknowing, unobserved
already forgotten
come back,
Seagull

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