seventeen degrees
and a single white winged seagull
soaring west
on my way to mass this morning...
one day this past winter I saw a sea gull...
bringing to mind
as if a reminder is neccesary
that the beach isn't that far away
yesterday as if to emphasis
the painful reality
of the not so distant sea
a flock of sea gulls
swoops around overhead
a reminder once again
that even though I awake in the dark
here in my own bed
at home
to the return of morning birds
the sound of the beach
is never far
luring me with its call
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