Seagulls

by William Schroeder

Above me, winged serenity

Darting through billowed turnstiles

Perfect arches of perfect smiles

Gliding down blue corridors

Flapless pirohouettes

Free the crick in my neck

Standing, gaping, breathing in

The air they play upon

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