a lone gull
on the sandbar
discomfits
the landscape
with its
idle sun
bathing
downy
shimmering
bundle
of hollow
bones
the season's
sentinel
at its most
hopeful
hopeful
post
watching
the water
go by
no song
no mate
no piercing cry
no mate
no piercing cry
just
the water
going by
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