There are gulls in the city
blown in from the sea,
where the boats leap and dance
like the inside of me.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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Below, a pair of fluorescent pants
lie discarded on the pavement –
swept by an errant breeze
that seeks to make an impact
on a city distracted by the heat.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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The wind makes ships out of balconies –
canvas and tarpaulin flapping,
plant heads creaking and snapping;
blowing everything – sadness, anger;
fear, frustration… away.
Like my head –
barely tethered, overly weathered;
subject to a disco of light too bright
for one with so many years.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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