gull raze there was one here yesterday, heard but unseen, cresting somewhere above the crown cognition kissed against the upper half of this flawed sphere. such a strident sound. and so far from the sea. 230302 ... ovenbird When a gull lands on the railing and turns its wind-wet eye to mine, the woman beside me exclaims, "It's fearless!" And she laughs as the webbed feet slip on corroded metal and the beak opens in a frustrated scream, when no one offers crumbs of muffin or drips of coffee to a beggar in the body of a sea bound bird. When I lift my phone to take a picture the gull throws itself skyward. Maybe it's not so fearless after all. Maybe it feels my impulse to capture, even if only with light and pixels. It will risk itself for the sugar soaked scraps of our breakfast, but not for the curious violence of our minds. It will take us for all we're worth and never think it owes us a piece of itself in return. 260418 what's it to you? who go blather from