Widowed

One wild gull on a wilder storm,
Winging to keep her lone heart warm.
One wild gull by the surf—and I,
Beaten by wind and rain and sky.

One wild gull in the offing lost,
Wilder heart in my bosom tossed.
One wild gull—O why but one!
Two, dear God, should there be—or none!
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