Post it Note Poetry Day 6 – dissociate

Okay so my 40th came and went and this may have caused things to go in a reflective direction.  But then again this was spurred on by seagulls and their comical ways.

dropping its head
the seagull contemplates
its feet
as if noticing
for the first time
they are webbed
and he is a seagull
i greet an old man
before realizing
he is me
in the mirror


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