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gulls

     late in the day
     circling and crying
     over a deserted pier –

     the dour fishermen
     and the peanut vendors
     have gone home

     what little there is
     to eat now
     must come struggling and cold
     from the ocean –

     time to alight
     on a weathered piling
     and watch the night begin


© 1977 by Beth Stevens