8. the seagull

it had to be
something, as they say,
to the weirding weather
Texas drought
or some asofyettobe-calculated
algorithm of formal space

a discoloration, a warp
of natural fabrics,
nitrogen and oxygen
Aprilfooling in May

but in a window square
of gray Saturday sky
a crack or hole emerged
opened wider and wider
with a quiet of suppressed sleep
into the shape of a seagull


they said no we see nothing
no rain in the sky, no birds in the sky,
no grazing gazelle or elephant in the sky
but I persisted that in this and only in this
window does she appear every morning
a lone seagull only in this window
hundred of miles from any sea

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