The Raptor

Gulls and gulls and 
Gulls,
Other delegations too,
The numb
Of their constant
                                debate
A threadbare bedsheet
Hanging,
Projections flick flip
Snap
Elusive
Until
Until
One
Long 
Lone
Rent
Clean 
Calculated
Splits the weave of their
                                             clamor
And for a moment
​We hold our breath.
     7.28.17
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