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The Gulls in the Schoolyard

The gulls I see across the street
must have flown off course
confused by last night’s desert rain
or morning’s foggy dew

In early daylight drizzle
these pseudo vagabonds
wrap round like cloaks their damp gray wings
and hunch against the chill

Did they mistake the school yard plain
for oceanic shores?
Their innate compass struck perhaps
by lightning’s jagged spear?
Or did they merely stop to rest--
our school grounds just the place

For when the sunlight bursts through haze
they loft, then disappear
Their motives, whims, necessities
a mystery remain

--Claudine H., Adult