Wings

Wings

I know your name
But they know your meaning
Gliding smoothly without effort
Against pearly white backgrounds
They don’t know the word
For this atmosphere they inherited
Yet they understand it
Without any articulation
Why would they need to
Describe their natural state
Yet I look up
With wonder
At this instinctive element
Wishing to make it my own

Seagulls

Seagulls

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