Suspended

Watching a gull circle
then hover

over an inlet
on a spectacular spring day

one has to be reminded
to take a breath

now and again

In that moment
there exists only

a single white angel

on a soft blue canvas
and endless gallery hours

But it won’t go on forever
The bird will fly off or glide

with the grace of a ballerina
to the surface of the water—

a gentle toe shoe landing
on the glassy floor

Looking up

the fish too
will still their gills

suspended in awe

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