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The Gift of a Bird

By Clara Blair

One solitary sea gull
Swoops over
The rain-slick
Parking lot.
A mood has
Possessed me.
Tired, depressed
By the gray mist,
I look through
The grimy store window.
Then there's the bird.

© 2004 Clara Blair  

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