Seagulls
The gulls are low, not skimming,
but surfing spray
just above
the rise and fall of crests.
Beaks scythe and catch
tracking troughs.
They seek the in-between fish
thrown
between tumbling parapets
of ocean.
Trawling gullets
scoop,
gulp the spew.
Swigging necks
do not glance back
but plow circles of light
upon the water,
then they dive upwards
into
the wings of the wind.
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