Gulls
While sitting in traffic on the 64 bridge I watched a pair of seagulls land on the rail. The first perched effortlessly, calmly tucking his wings at his side as he surveyed the obsidian bay before him. The second’s landing was much more perilous, and as he attempted to gain his balance he was forced to keep his wings extended for a healthy twenty to thirty seconds. When he finally reached an acceptable equilibrium, he awkwardly placed his wings at his side, glancing nervously at the first bird, who hadn’t even noticed him.
I am this second gull.
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