Gibbous

Gibbous

Broadcasting, bird, moon.
Sky's never a space,
arc of a spark, stone's
call to gull's response,
there's blue light bridging
this rock and feather,
a conversation.

How full air can be.
Brimming transmissions
acknowledge cycles,
luminance of blurred
wing, fading moon's wane.
Life, death and tides' turn,
dark where waters break.


Seán Street

www.seanstreet.com
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