Grounded Flight


Sand-gull mirrors swooping
of his brothers above.
In this temporary flight
at the sea’s edge, I fear
we won’t last the night.


On sunset shore like glass
scored with the tide’s marks,
pink-purple clouds roll with
the moon’s rise. Dark begins
to softly swallow the light.


Sunrise. Silhouetted self floats
on shadowed sun waves.
In this ocean, boundaries
Are a trick of the eye. Trust
real vision; inner sight.

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