"Hitchcock's Vision"
Greg Budig 2022
Soaring
white
multitudes.
Blurred wings
disrupt the
solitude of
the canal's
pungent
still air.
Inside my
mind fidgets.
Hitchcock's
vision
haunts me.
The crashing
waves stir
my anxiety
Avian chaos
surrounds me.
My eyes are
covered.
Squawking
and pecking.
High above.
everything
resonates.
Wing tips and
feathers all in
constant motion.
The tide shifts.
The squadrons
of seagulls have
all finally
gone
away.
The End.
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