one hundred miles at sea
this morning,
i saw a gull
flapping white
against the crescendo sun and
tremolo wind,
whitest i’ve ever seen;
the gull was captured
in a prism of time
from which i shall soon escape
to watch and listen
for mockingbirds.
Seoul, Korea
December 31, 1970
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