18 august 9,20
what joy you give me sweet gulls
there perched on two chimney pots
finished the day gliding over
summer seas, dipping into waters
swooping over fishing boats.
now, in this still evening
no clouds, no breeze,
you preen feathers before
you sleep,
you do not know i am watching you
and cannot see me
but i share this short moment
before night falls and
we both sleep.
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