Published in Shot Glass Journal

Outlet

A gull sails
past my winter window.
His fierce eye holds,
like film, coves
of green glass sea,
wind-ruffled thrift atop
sheer cliffs,
rainbows of herring,
curves of coastline mastered
by a single wingbeat.


I go with him,
mount his ivory sides and rise
through smoky mist
hearing his cry,
hearing the sound of space
echo through the room.