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The Call
Patricia Morse-McNeely



I hear, I hear the strange gull-cry
And on blue sky patterned
emptywheeling
emptygrey-black white
emptyThey drift on air
emptydipping
emptyfalling
emptyslidingdown
The Airy paths
Where
emptywith a gentle folding
emptysilent flapping
emptyrapid swift
emptyand slow
Lazy winging
emptyUpward
Wide to soar

night bird

They rise on shining wings
emptyto slide
emptyblue airy
sunlit aisles
emptyagain
Below,
emptyBright waters
emptyDeep
emptysurfing
emptyfoaming
emptymurmurs
On wet sand --
emptyHome!
empty(1979)





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