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Black Skimmer / Sarah Smith
Black Skimmer
Sarah Smith
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The ocean feeds you
fills you to the bleeding-red gills
with hurricanes
during nesting season.
The lower mandible
of your obsidian-capped lower beak,
long and bleeding-red, gouges t
he surface. The glowing water and silver coast is
cut by the vertical slit of your pupils.
The sky can’t hold you forever.
The steady beat of long wings carries you
over the storm and the phantom sandbank,
the sea of your heart
surging.
Where will you go?
