Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Rockaway Beach poem

From the NY Times:

A BRIEF VISIT

Warm air flies in on

The flapping wings of gulls

As they scream like fishwives

Crossing Rockaway Beach

Seeming to fight

Over someone’s leftover lunch

Taking time for a rest

Before flying on to

The next meal.


Ellen Fuchs

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