The Gull's Commute
Filled with scraps
cast off by
big wheeled garbage barges,
she spreads gray-white wings
and lifts herself from
the black top terrain
of an inland grocery warehouse.
the maze of moving highways,
she soars free
of both exhaust and human footfalls.
At last, the clamor and commotion
give way to rolling hills
flowing down to meet the marshes.
With dunes in the distance,
she sings with the wind--
calling upon the surf
to welcome her home.
To listen to the prompt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijYv8JPgjbY#at=19
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