The seagulls angle themselves toward the sunset
Same as me
As if they share my same understanding of beauty
It’s true that it arises from an untamed place;
Worship of the sun and the moon
I am from the water and the air that the waves drum up
Same as them
And they still understand how to ride it
I am disturbed, I never noticed
In all our noisy years of cohabitation
That they gather at the shore every evening
To observe our passage in time.
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