Painting by Rockne Knuth
THE GULL FEATHER
I spent the day with her among dark rocks.
Tides splashed in and changed
the rocks’ surfaces.
The kelp no longer flat,
but now brown and round.
A gull stopped on the cliff’s ledge
above a rock
The gull’s shadow spread a darkness across
the bright glow of the kelp-covered wet rock.
A feather from the gull dropped
down towards us.
The feather floated to touch her toes and stick.
The tip of the feather touched me.
We were bound together by a gull feather.
Duane Locke
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