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Gull Music

By Patricia G. Rourke / May 7, 1998



Because it rained

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hard and heavy

all night,

everything glimmers,

everything is a shimmering

surface of lake reflecting

a small speck of rising sun.

The gulls squawk

in delight, flying

playfully over the sea

of grass and river of road,

the whole world

extending its liquid

hand offering

so much food.