Seagull In Time Poem by Hans Ostrom

Seagull In Time

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seagull high
up on a pole
sees dawn come

early enough
today to face
fully, light

dyeing white
feathers pink.
to me, it's still

astounding how
this whirling
sphere (which we

don't own)
sidles so slowly
up to its local

fireball this
time of year,
this time of

time. I itch
to dig in muddy
soil, the tip

of my old
shovel worn
into a concave

crescent line.

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