Sing to me
a seagull song
come crashing in again
dive down white and shining
from a brilliant
August sky, soak
my shores
with laughter
the way you did
before the rain and
charcoal clouds churned
us into ghosts
and split apart our ship
from bow to stern to ribs
while we rocked
against swirling water
rising, rising, crashing
in…
we
struggled to reach
for ropes that
uncoiled and twisted and burned
into our hands, then they
went slithering overboard -
snakes into a cauldron…
I cannot hear you sing to me
our seagull song.
Here in the sand
we are tattered white flags
bleached in the sun,
a shipwreck shoved ashore.
I only hear
that final crash
and heave that laid
bare the bones and soul of us,
proof we once existed, sailing
fearless on the sea.
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