A Seagull's Summons
A SEAGULL’S SUMMONS
When the wind was right you could catch a whiff of its scent, feel a hint of its coolness, fogs invisible kiss. That is if you had climbed the hill and knew the spot where you almost catch a glimpse of the tides edge. We knew the screech of the seagulls riding the cool currents over too hot city streets. Longed for their wings, their freedom. The ocean, Oh, that cool refreshing, sandy, salty dream - so close and yet…..so distant. Three blocks through hot city streets, two buses and then…the sight, sound, scent of surf breaking softly on sizzling sand. The ouch-eech-ouch hot sand scamper into the oooh ahhh coldness of the Atlantic. The Pilgrims were not this happy to reach these shores. When the wind was right you could dream.
a city kid dreams
adrift in the mist of sleep
a seagull’s summons
©8/14/2021
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