Today's poem is by Suzanne Zweizig
Wandering Albatross
Wide as whiteness I am spunyear over year,
sun after sununseeing land, sinking paper-sheer
wings on white air, growing strange in the shifting
webs that whistle me, warm and flat, away, unhinged
from home I am far-flung. Under is nothing firm,
only the rolling belly and silver ones in it who squirm
featherless, my feast. Sleep is brief on the rolling,
the webs whistle me endless, caracoling, and I long
for my rut-lust to swell, out-wail the webs and riff
me home to wallow in the belly-damp dark of cliffs.
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