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Standing on a rocky beach,
my son and I
watch seagulls feed,
bathe, and drift
on a calm ocean breeze.
I feel something loosen
in my chest.
It's quiet.
Salt air caresses
my face.
We discuss the gulls--
trying to identify
a smaller
delicate one.
It's good to be here.
How long has it been
since we were this still?
© by David M. Tookey.
Used here with the author's permission.
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David M. Tookey is a retired elementary school teacher who lives in Washington state. He's grateful for time spent with family and enjoys reading, writing, baking, walking, hiking, and cycling. David believes the most reliable way to find inspiration for poems is to always
pay attention to things, especially the little things.
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