PUNGENT
One man.
One bird.
Different places.
Same day, time.
One bird.
Different places.
Same day, time.
Led to water to heal:
a prison, a bridge.
Broken, bones.
Low tide. Seaweed
pungent on the rocks.
Thank
you,
the gulls said,
circling. Thank you,
for
caring for
our brothers.
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