pressed against nothing
the gull balances its soaring inclination
with the inevitability of gravity
holding onto a fixed moment
perched on wind
comfortably as on a branch
then tips forward
slipping
into motion
David Trudel © 2013
pressed against nothing
the gull balances its soaring inclination
with the inevitability of gravity
holding onto a fixed moment
perched on wind
comfortably as on a branch
then tips forward
slipping
into motion
David Trudel © 2013
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