As I glance
Skyward
The top of a church
Meets
A seagull
Which seems to hang in the air
On the sun-soaked nebulations of our heights
The seagull
Appearing
Poised
And ready to swoop
And feed
On a strewn mash of cheese and onion
Crisps
With a metaphor
I didn’t measure
With enough
Care
And do you ever see me walking the streets muttering to myself about you?
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