Breakfast
By Donald Davis
The gulls were flying over the avenue
Squawking their squawk at us
Right at dawn today
So I figured it must have been dark
At muster time
Or even earlier
When they glided in from the coastal waters.
Maybe the pack had flown about all night
Thinking of french fries
Of which there were a lot,
As yesterday was the coronation
They surely heard the commotion.
The poem by Donald Davis is from the East Village Books poetry window.
Photo on First Avenue between St. Mark's Place and Ninth Street by the author.
I have been seeing more seagulls in the EV lately, usually I see them by a beach or a fishing party boat.
ReplyDelete11:27 - the gulls are here more often because our local politicians took away the East River park.
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ReplyDeleteA fine poem; thank you!!!
Love it
ReplyDeleteI thought suddenly, as if I had been in that early morning, i thought in the lot possibilities that life gave us. Thanks
ReplyDeleteIt’s not often I come across a poem that articulates so well some casual scene that I feel I’ve witnessed myself and makes that intangible connection between reader and poet. I hope to see more work like this here.
ReplyDeleteIt’s not often I come across a poem that describes some casual scene I feel I’ve witnessed myself and then articulates so well to me that intangible thing that caught me in it’s grasp. I hope to see more work like this here.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! I’m going to check out the East Village Books’ poetry window tomorrow.
ReplyDeletethat bookstore is a true gem, hope it stays in the neighborhood forever
ReplyDeleteInteresting photo with impressive poetry, but when you curate an independent bookstore, I guess you’ve got it all going on!
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