These gulls are larger than the ones you see downtown
Feeding on binscraps of bloated tourist food
This trio are bypassing the city and heading up the coast
To tidal pools and tidelines where they’ll feast on authenticity
Now they pause to carousel a thermal
Corkscrewing in circle drifts
A fourth transcends out of the clouds and joins in
I look away for an instant
When I look back they have vanished
Into the gray sameness overhead
David Trudel © 2013
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