Katherine Holmes
	Unisex gull feathers Near the prongs of the seaside everyone impersonates the whitecaps and sails incognito except for a prow insignia they flap around at the shore gutters.          The gulls all look more spiffy          nonchalant grays and whites          stringing the waves for fish          gull girls camouflaged for fish. The trouble is the crowd is too gusty for introductions when the surf grazes and a guy thinks about anchoring at an island with a sopped sailoress.          The gulls go up to someone          sunny-mouthed and flighty.          Half the time they get beamed          with a toughguy right wing.          And then they get a response.          She looks out to sea to make sure          she's what he really wants. Gull girls outshouting the weather and looking like any sailor who just wants          to go out to sea. Tenant garland The white plaster house          its vague imprint having the spare handsomeness          of a sand dollar that cracked open has hidden surf-birds          could be in Ireland as well as Greece as Mexico          as the Midwest with its flattened mansard roof          and the plain supposition: shrubbery might sprawl like a vice which causes a mother to crouch          over the birth of seedlings feeble beside the approach steps.          The only flowers they seem indigenous near grass          as does her daughter tipping a toddler watering can          with the pretend of a tea set really infusing the plaster façade          with a peasant garland even if men get skimpy with          ground cover and promises. The incline's knick-knack rack          swan river daisy and raggedy asters can subliminally affect          the (non-trampling) tread. A tricycle the melting pastel          of grape Popsicle has pedaled off from the          clean cloud of transience still sketchy as sand dollar petals          rayed across hidden birds the anywhere of almost and amicably          three puzzling blossoms standing out.