Cynthia Zhang
December 28, 2015
Distance
A large brown seagull walked in
The brilliant afternoon sunshine.
It was October.
A broken wing from his shoulder
Draped on the fine sand.
The seagull walked loyally
By a lady’s side.
His steps caught up with hers.
In December,
The sun is still shining.
The sea is still blue.
There are still seagulls and people
On the beach.
What did the October seagull want?
Did he live on-lookers’ comment he was
“Too common to be rescued?”
