Permission to Lose Interest

Looking up through the windshield at
dark wings and a white head
crossing high above I-5. “Just a seagull,”

I hear myself say—permission to
lose interest, permission to close down
the aqueducts of wonder. How quickly

I abandon my enchantment, like it’s
a grenade about to bloom or a great eye
opening. Because really I know

that the shape of those wings
cutting against a blue sky
is a beauty sharp enough to cut me, too.

Photo from Eli Pastor on Unsplash

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