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| Photo By Jennifer E. Miller 2017 |
While reminiscing about a trip to the ocean last summer, I started a little story but it morphed into a poem. I generally don't write poetry unless it hits me like it did this morning. Enjoy.
The Gull's Perspective
At the
edge,
the
tide's ebb and flow
brush
against my small, flat feet.
Crustaceans
bob with each lap.
Against
the horizon
the
far-off waves swoosh.
Constant,
crashing.
Dive
below, and there be silence.
The sun casts
long shadows,
kaleidoscope of color across the canvas sky.
Warm
hues,
pink,
yellow, and orange.
Wind
teases the grass
growing
on the bank.
Returns
to the sky and
stirs the
dancing clouds.
People
come hand in
hand.
Children skip,
dogs bark,
run free.
Time to leave.
At the
edge,
Outstretched, knees bent,
leap.
The air
underneath carries me
overhead as
I glide home.
Copyright 2018 Jennifer E. Miller
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