Gull, don’t
go away,
stay here
on your rock
at the end
of the dam,
I won’t
come near,
I know one
step forward
would make
you leave,
your time
is a bright
taut
string, seconds
tight and
alert,
your gaze
keeping clear
that verge
before I merge.
2 comments:
gulls fascinate me for some reason, the stillness they can show (as in your poem) contrasts with their noisy activity at other times
Short, perfectly formed, if it were a painting it would be a miniature masterpiece.
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