cirrostratus has fingerprinted the sky
smudging it pink
and the call of the ascending crow
over the fields of El Jable, marking dusk once again
- dried grasses rustling
and mithering flies that always get on your nerves
thinking back, I recall this time of year
a smaller arc of sun marking the sky
how its warmth would not reach me
and how gulls fed in Eastville Park, spread
in a line across the sallow football field as I jogged by
making their way slowly
like a search party
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