Yard Sale of Thoughts

What’s his is mine and mine is his.
We’ve always been suitable siblings,
until high tide takes center stage:
floorboards below briny waves
and feet awaiting webbed skin.

We are half-avian,
my bufflehead brother and I,
racing towards unknown islands
with heads glossed green
and midnight wings,
arguing over who has
the shorter bill.

A guttural cuk, cuk, cuk,
but, why bother squabbling?

We both take flight on water,
wait for juicy mollusk to deep dive
underneath seashell sky.

Big sister luck!

I emerge with the sticky prize.
It will be enough to satisfy
two Kinnara floating freely
in the astronomical dusk.

©2023 | K.F. Hartless

Artwork: The Digital Wizardry of Jane Long

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