The Dead Gull Poem by kendall thomas

The Dead Gull



I remember an image,
a walk along a beach,
early,
sun just rising out of the ocean,
a clear enough image,
straightforward,
nothing too complicated to understand,
the workings of a machine,
ants mining moist jewels from beneath
still eyelids.

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