. A Crude Protest . There’s a ripe, downtrodden shell under the bridge, belongings in a haphazard pile, shopping carts from Ralph’s, tents with no support,
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A Seabird Memory
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The seabird followed me
along the shoreline
Not just any bird, but an old friend
He limped with an injured leg
He scoured the beach for food
as he trailed my footsteps
He was a childhood buddy
from the old neighborhood
who shared common memories
He sat and watched me
as the tide rolled out and in
His life covered in feathers,
his skinny legs a shade of gray
He remembered me
when he walked on human legs
and covered in skin.
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Crow On The Wire 
Wonderful seabird-poem… a story of after & before 😍👍
Thank you, Victoria. 🙂
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So contrasting, but so literal and visual. Thank you! 🙂