By Gary Graybill
I stood looking out at an endless blue ocean, deceptively calm bearing an soundless flow;
The orange ball of the sun kissed the vast horizon, blushing the heavens in a coral glow;
I heard a sound and looked to see a single seagull, sailing west on an unseen flow.
It glided effortlessly across the face of the setting sun, crying out for another who was not there;
A kindred spirit chasing west, afraid of the dark and lonely night approaching quietly as a fox stalking a hare;
I smiled and wished it well for I too was afraid of the lonely night and crying for another who was not here.
[You now know why I never became a poet]
I'm nicknaming you Laryngitis because you're a pain in the neck
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