a seagull throne
or just another bench
where river meets sea
momentarily Sumerian, maybe,
a bird guard flanks
watches, close with me,
clean privilege,
calm in wake of poetry,
I dream this way,
noting only slowly
it’s their bench,
they all are really,
they’re behaving
in my lack of lunch,
no, turn again, dream,
assume no airs
enshrine instead
commonwealth

A, H / K. H-H (10 June 2018)