circling
gulls,
oily sheets churning
sleeping beasts
beneath,
while breath
of winter
dusts my teeth
with relief,
those boisterous
birds become
dots..
free of shore’s
sharp cliff
staring,
and with their brisk
departure the
cold snaps
me back into my
brittle bones
for just..
long enough
to get my
bearings.
Grumpy Gorman
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image at – https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=8cWAM8t-bEw
