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The Gull
The Gull
By Ruth Calder Murphy (Arciemme)
The morning is clear,
riding in on the back of moonbeams
and surfing the crests of clouds.
Coffee in hand,
I stand,
nowhere to look but up
and there,
flying high,
flying free,
determinedly
through the pale dawn sky,
a single,
silent gull,
heading for faraway sea.
My smile catches on its wings,
a bright,
joy-filled bit of me,
soaring towards wider horizons
on a fresher breeze.