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A gull or two or three hauling east
up in the mild November sky
are on the whitherward of almost
every cloud that I have watched
but I would not want to follow them
wing through
Duluth
Quebec
Glasgow
Trondheim
in a sting of bright cold rain
they
seem to be going all home
to a what that is I would not know
it
may be hauling them instead
toward the retreating horizon
I
do not have to go their way
who know that wherever I might have
stopped the horizon would remain
even with my taking off again
to another same some other
looking on
Chadron
Pueblo
Gallup
Tucson
a trump of sun and rock
never
at home but in the winging

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