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Flight…This Seagull was hovering at Coney Island a couple of weeks ago.<\/p>\n
I took a photograph today of a hummingbird moth, a very interesting flying insect. It can be view here<\/a> and here<\/a>.<\/p>\n When you left, all noise and bleak anger and throat-clogging tears, I started with my soul. I read the books you couldn’t stand, played the music Oh, I was on a mission. I drank red wine and ate fried chicken. Called my broker. All summer long I waited for my own call, picking up the pieces of my life Flight…This Seagull was hovering at Coney Island a couple of weeks ago. I took a photograph today of a hummingbird moth, a very interesting flying insect. It can be view here and here. Soar—A Poem by Judy Schilling When you left, all noise and bleak anger and throat-clogging tears, I stayed alone in the house […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[51,52,50],"class_list":["post-20","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photography","tag-coney-island","tag-poem","tag-seagull"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sc4Rs-soar","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/jbsgraphics.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/jbsgraphics.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/jbsgraphics.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jbsgraphics.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jbsgraphics.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/jbsgraphics.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/jbsgraphics.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jbsgraphics.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jbsgraphics.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Soar<\/b>—A Poem by Judy Schilling<\/i><\/font><\/div>\n
\nI stayed alone in the house on the beach. I had no place to go,
\nAnd the rest of the world was so full of you. I wanted to empty
\nYou out of me, every bit, before I began my life again.<\/p>\n
\nYou hated. I turned the TV to the wall, took all those great old movies
\nBack to the video store. Maybe down at the boardwalk they wondered:
\nWhat happened to those two? The ones who kissed inside the photo booth.<\/p>\n
\nI ate my lunches out on the jetty with the fishermen and the gulls. I told
\nThem all about you. They cocked their heads and ate my breadcrusts,
\nUntil the wind called to them and they scattered back into the sky.<\/p>\n
\nLike crusts, while the waves and the tide and the days came and went,
\nCame and went. Like the gulls’ flight it was nothing special, just an exit.
\nGrowing wings is hard, but when you have them, you can fly. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"