Howie Good

The Laughing Gull

Because I was watching the waves
roll in and not where I was walking,

I very nearly stepped with bare feet
on a decaying wing, all that drearily

remained of a so-called “laughing gull,”
dirty white flight feathers flaking off

a now-fatuous frame of hollow bones
that nature had designed for soaring.

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