At the shore
The blue tiaras
of the sea
sparkle
in the morning
sun.
The sea rises
and falls
in slow breaths
just
strong enough
to keep
the gulls
aloft.
They drift
with still wings,
as if to show
that all things
can float on air,
as if
the magic
of the sea
reduced their wings
to elegant,
superfluous things.
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