Over the sounding foam
gliding in with no cry
from dimness, rides a seagull,
yellow oars shipped-a
flap of sky
clenched in 'is beak.
Wobbley M reversing to W
reverting to M
all in a little twinkle
Scans for periwinkles
the beach comber's edible offal
peeling back cloud
unfurling silvery dawn.
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