~ Inspired by and dedicated to my poet friend John Magpie Congreve – a seagull by any other name.
As he walks the grey rain-slicked streets,
steep scaffolding – Sycamore trees,
runs fingertips across railings,
barbed metal; embroidering leaves.
Young arms outstretched turning circles,
two-tone gull in the ocean’s breeze,
chimerical brushes painting
beauty over urban disease.