It Was A Gull

By Simon Perchik

 

It was a gull! broken apart
and still your shadow
spreads out as a single cry
under an immense wing
the light it gives sticks
in the ground - each feather
damp from opening
closing
and opening again
- dead know all about lying down
as beautiful as a small stone.


Simon Perchik’s poetry has appeared in Partisan Review, Poetry, The Nation, The New Yorker, and elsewhere.



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