Everglide

(Proper formatting: http://christopherorzeskepher.blogspot.com/2016/01/everglide.html)

Like a seagull,

you take flight o'er

parking lots;

so high above

nothing but the

home you've known

Like a pelican,

you rest upon

the pulsing waves;

you need nothing

but the fish

and a blue sky

Flap your wings

atop a world

bound to itself

and turn toward

the setting sun

and everglide

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