the gulls

13 March 2011 Comments Off on the gulls

I woke this morning,
much against my will,
the dog’s nails clacking
on the hardwood –
hurried pacing to get my attention.
We stand outside, her nose to the ground,
my eyes searching the grey sky
before sunrise,
the screaming of gulls
batters my ears.
Hundreds of voices circling in

The waves must be
high on the lake.


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