Ohio

The gulls circle glumly and the sky is committing suicide to escape the ground below

The nearest river cannot be seen but still I smell it burning in 1969

Years later my hands would make hinged steeples

that held many people

I didn't know enough to miss anything

I drew wings and beaks in the sand with twigs from faraway places

I lived vivid fantasies, imagined elaborate possibilities

I was happiest alone

I once caught a seagull with a fishing pole

The hook snagging the web of its foot and I reeled

It beat its wings

Some kind of cruel meat kite

I cut it lose and it flew off

It flew off and I stayed behind

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