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On hardpacked sands
of Miami shores
back away from the surf
strong,
hot,
persistent,
relentless southern winds.
Pastel-colored city of transience
where no one lives
but everyone
takes up temporary residence
from time to time.
Many Moons sail over Miami,
Grey-white
Sun-bleached driftwood perch
Conversing with
A magnificent Seagull
Whose name probably is
not *Jonathan.


*Nor "Jonathan Livingston Seagull."
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