Split Lip

It’s a long road ahead

Cracks open wider as I walk

dirt
frozen
feet
beneath
stiff
fingers

I reached the door after dinner,
but haven’t complained about that

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A Classroom of Gulls

It’s gusty today.
My hair flaps in my face,
unable to follow the course I give it.

The lake-wind never fails to slap me
across the face if I pause
to watch the waves slip out of its grasp.

I saw a gull off the bow.
Thinking she wind-struck as well,
I watched, amused, as she plodded on—
flapping, bullishly head-down.

Then—swoop! She was blown
away, off course, falling, engine
stalling, down towards the water.

A half-second later
she came up with a fish
and swallowed it.