Gulls
pecking in the litter of clothes,
scarved heads bobbing
on the spume
for there were more coins than notes.
Shoes,
their
uppers and stitch-work
bent
this way and that,
fingers
inserted to the toe
for they had more
copper than silver.
Spoils,
back and back and back,
that incessant wrangling
over threadbare rewards
for
their’s
was then
far
less than plenty.
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