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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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NIGHTGALE


 The gull broken as only

 a closely made thing can be

 drags a wind crippled wing

 like a sodden suitcase

 away from a man handling a huge kite

 over a bikini girl

 tips its head at whirling shades

 sheen of sea and sky

 its alphabet and origin

 form in flux

 from artisan of  flight and light

 to beach rubbish

 tucks into the nest

 of the night's racked babel

 of pure possibility

 turned articulate breeze

 murmuring non-repentance

 

                             Craig Evenson

 



No gulls available; just bikinis.