Hello Seagull, my old friend

Poetry May 25, 2021

We meet again, I know your feathers
Know that ring on half-torn foot
Know part of all the storms you weathered
Cause I was there, weary eyes, worn look

We both call this here ocean home
These merciless winds friend
You come to feast, I come to roam
Feathers ruffled, hair unkempt

I need not hide out here, pretend
That I was ever what I ain't
Need not act like, nor present
Myself as any sort of saint

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Lars Londerre

I write whenever the mood strikes or strokes. Things get weird sometimes, but then that's why you're here.