03-01-2016, 07:12 AM
It was a minute before the rain came.
The still, cool air sounded like static.
I remember,
there was a seagull
sitting by a dumpster.
Its right wing was bent
and twitching.
It was staring at me,
I stared back,
and for a moment it felt as if
we understood each other.
My focus was broken by
a misshapen “V” of geese
squawking overhead.
I looked up and
a raindrop landed in my eye.
I winced and pressed
my eye lids
shut.
I opened them,
and looked back at the seagull,
whose beak was buried in a used diaper.
The rain came.
The still, cool air sounded like static.
I remember,
there was a seagull
sitting by a dumpster.
Its right wing was bent
and twitching.
It was staring at me,
I stared back,
and for a moment it felt as if
we understood each other.
My focus was broken by
a misshapen “V” of geese
squawking overhead.
I looked up and
a raindrop landed in my eye.
I winced and pressed
my eye lids
shut.
I opened them,
and looked back at the seagull,
whose beak was buried in a used diaper.
The rain came.