Julia Katharina Keil

Seagulls over Paris

Their news echoes through the avenues 

causing puzzled faces to peer onto a setting sky 

where winged shadows swoop swiftly slicing up the Seine,

swooshing and swerving, a spontaneous dance of sorts 

of ups and downs and all-arounds.


How easy it all seems,

this dancing with the wind 

this weightlessness and oneness with the passing of the day.

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