Frigatebird
by Bill Beigel
White and black wings, almost mirage and full-breathing shadow
Spinning, skimming arabesque above the water
The slightest turn to the surface of the wings
A radical shake and shift in flight and speed and balance and more balance
Right-angle-sharp wing tips leave their course in the water
For only the briefest glance of a second, maybe it is just a fast joke
As fleeting as everything else on and under the sea
Except the colors, without argument
The sunken, deep, dirty,...