Gull wings ripple the sky,
bits of loose wave
escaped into the air.
Note: Gulls in flight here seen from behind or in front, where one sees two curved concavities facing downwards, like eyebrows.
poem a day
This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert
Dean Blehert
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