i'm watching
seagulls fly
unpredictable
always looking
for something
within reach
of thier eyes
i see smoothness
of glides
to sudden stop
on the ground
punctuated by cry
opening beaks
to piece of a pie
lay wasting
i feel joy
just watching
i could imagine
you are looking for me
so i call to let you
know; i'm still
still here
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