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Gulls in thermals swoop
and stall, feasting on new queens;
tiny protein treats.
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by Scooj
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Gulls in thermals swoop
and stall, feasting on new queens;
tiny protein treats.
.
by Scooj
Sitting in the cool
lobby inside the front door;
the only escape.
by Scooj
Intimidating
deception masks a higher
imperative to
survive juvenility
into metamorphosis.
by Scooj

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I sit suspended
in my wood-slatted deck chair;
coming up for air.
.
by Scooj
Brightness penetrates
through the leafy canopy;
Summer here at last.
by Scooj
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I’ve just missed my bus
the next is a while away
enough time for this.
by Scooj
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On my arrival
I am greeted by a young
pair of goldfinches.
.
by Scooj
Remembering those
whose unfathomable loss
will not wash away.
by Scooj
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Thoughts turn to Summer
and glorious days ahead;
skylarks in the dunes.
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by Scooj
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Blackbird alarm calls,
too late my intervention
the damage is done.
by Scooj