Gull on Asphalt it started with a crack of light, a wet push into the cold, and the sky—always the sky— waiting to swallow you whole. you learned fast.
claws on stone, wings slicing the wind like knives. you laughed at gravity, but sickness hit like a sudden storm, a sharp crack in the clear sky, leaving you stunned, spiraling, ground rushing up too fast to fight.
one day the wind felt heavier, the horizon farther. and then—this.
blood on the pavement, feathers bent wrong, the sky doesn’t even care.
Dave Stankowicz is a retired educator who lives on an island off the coast of Portland, Maine with his wife Debbie Jordan and their dog Cody. Liberated from the responsibilities of teaching he has found the space and time to pursue so much that interests him. Dave is the former host of the WMPG radio show Palm Wine Radio, and currently hosts Next To Silence - an hour long show that explores different themes, genres, artists and record labels. Next to Silence can be streamed live on Peaks Island Radio at https://peaksislandradio.com on Mondays and Fridays @ 7:00 PM EDT, and Tuesdays @noon. You can also stream archived shows at his site (category: next to silence)
He continues his lifelong efforts to master space and time.
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Boho Dreams of Space and Time 
Beautiful words but sad.
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Thank you.
The poem covers the cycle of life
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Perhaps vehicle collision.
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stark existential portrait.
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