Gulls Roosting
Dark flurries over roofs and swaying trees
against the rosy evening
rise, swoop, dip and glide, slide
on barely beating wings along the fluent wind
the earth below spread cold in sudden shadow
scentlessness
of damp grass and dank soil; and the eye
floats west along the fallow valley
on the ceaseless stream receding
over wooded hills
to cliffs and crags of other sunlit clouds
along the world's rim
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