that’s where you are
ensconced on that point
buttressed by waves
and perched on a rock
merely seeking silence
or mere solitude

cute lil house
rosy red roof
pretty white walls
and everything perfect
and oodles of time
to parcel about
and divvy up, toss
in the air to the gulls

who wheel and who swoop
like rats in the air
to snatch up the scraps
you deign to throw up
for your own green delight.

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