Inverted Horizon
Unperturbed gull,
Never tire of your squawk:
We know what they’ve done.
Those hard hatted soldiers,
Their anthills unfolding;
Envying the perspective you squander.
Behind cluttered skies,
Your daylight fades sooner,
And the nights pass star-less to dawn.
You glimpse beyond,
Where the quarry birds mourn
Their neighbours’ dreams’ fulfilment.
When will spring come
To this dormant nest
Where icicles hang from the edge of the Earth?
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