Storm

Rosy goes the dawn

Upon the updrafts
seagulls wake and call

And I alone, against the break

Hold tight against
a coming squall

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Lighthouse

A sentry posted at the ends of the earth
Watches the ocean on a serene day
On a railing, the seagulls perch
Facing inland or seaward
He does not know if they have a preference
But from his tower, he spreads his arms;
They are wide enough to embrace both.

Squabble

The sea sighs a breath
Under the sky, the gulls
Pick over a conundrum