TITLE: Gulls By Lesley-Anne Evans 12/27/07 |
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Gulls are drifting inland
transported on updrafts from the sea.
Ozone laden breath filling my lungs,
I toss my head in the stiff breeze,
watch the gulls, and consider weightlessness,
flight,
freedom.
You call me from the cottage.
Familiar voice carried on the wind
you beckon me, draw me back.
I turn, returning to the welcome parameters
of our love and life.
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