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Seagulls - Stephen Jackson

So many birds, and on occasion

out my window a flock of seagulls,


admittedly not my favorite,

second only to pigeons, but luckily


no pigeons come near my window —

I swear they know better. Then, only


yesterday, several seagulls circling

more graceful than I’d ever seen them


as if I’d never seen a seagull and

even more so, each one illuminated


from below, as if soaring over some

invisible light. Beautiful, I thought


peaceful, pure and white, it was

the antithesis of what I normally think


of these lowly filthy birds — then,

I heard that vicious, frightful cry and


I remembered what they were.


Bio:

Stephen Jackson [he/him] lives in the Pacific Northwest. His work has appeared in The American Journal of PoetryDreams WalkingGhost City Review, Impossible ArchetypeThe Inflectionist ReviewIō Literary JournalMineralQuince, and S/WORD, as well as on the International Human Rights Art Festival Publishes platform. @fortyoddcrows

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