The sun is strong and plays its tricks well.
Reflections in the snow burn me,
Turn me red, inside out.
Twilight comes late and the
Temperature changes us.
Birds alight on the mud flats while
The tide rolls away.
I hold my camera steady.
There may be a photograph,
There may be beauty,
But their wings soon spread.
By day we are seagulls,
Plain and simple.
White, gray and yellow streaks in the sky.
By night we let our flights take us
Dusk descends and the truth
Sits calmly -
We are thought, feeling and ink,
More than two, more than one,
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