Seagull Calls

A poem.

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The seagulls wrote to me

I know it to be true

Their throaty symphony

Woke the child in my chest

Who skips on rocky shores

Looking to name the crabs

.

I head them write her name

“You can slow,” they bellowed

“You can rest, you can rest!

There are caverns in you

That no longer must wait

To greet the rushing tide.”