Saturday, December 21, 2013

Any Measure


Any Measure

The gull's wing brushes ground,
hinders hurrying feet
like a tether shortens the flight
of a house-bound felon.

Tireless, the gull crisscrosses sand
alone or orbits its kind
to feed, as if simply staying alive
would heal this aileron

unfolded, drab raiment —
brown & white feathers opened to air.
I so want to chase
(as if I can run) & pinion

frenzy, petition a midwife 
to reposition, to swaddle & sling
the fracture, as if release
could comfort.

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