Sitting on the shore last week I saw a seagull
standing with its weird feet in the lake.
It looked sideways at me, like birds do,
waiting for me to leave so it could have the crumbs
from my sandwich. “I am a seagull,” said its
every part and movement, without question.
And I, who question myself constantly, 
still don’t know what a seagull really is.

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