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Amanda Hammar
THE LAKES: COPENHAGEN
THE LAKES: COPENHAGEN
THE LAKES: COPENHAGEN
Cycling slowly beside the lakesI stopped entranced
by the fluid swoop and dip
of a hundred white gulls
criss-crossing like silk ribbons
just feet from the water
Wondering what they saw
on the shimmering surface
that twilight had turned metallic
there beyond their own reflections
beneath their darting shadows
What was it that made them skim
with such casual grace such elegance
as if the tiny prize held delicately
in beak or claw
was really nothing at all
© 2010, Amanda Hammar
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THE LAKES: COPENHAGEN
Cycling slowly beside the lakesI stopped entranced
by the fluid swoop and dip
of a hundred white gulls
criss-crossing like silk ribbons
just feet from the water
Wondering what they saw
on the shimmering surface
that twilight had turned metallic
there beyond their own reflections
beneath their darting shadows
What was it that made them skim
with such casual grace such elegance
as if the tiny prize held delicately
in beak or claw
was really nothing at all
THE LAKES: COPENHAGEN
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