Gracefully she soars just above the crest
of the waves like a miniature glider,
piloted by remote control out of sight;
Riding the wind's currents like a prima ballerina,
she moves across the ocean's stage as if
today's performance is her last, and we
applaud with our eyes mesmerized by her
precise movementsl, longing to be her partner;
We behold her freedom and indepence and escape
into our fantasies with each swope of the seagull.
August 6, 1984
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