WIDOWED

By Cale Young Rice

One wild gull on a wilder storm,

Winging to keep her lone heart warm.

One wild gull by the surf — and I,

Beaten by wind and rain and sky.

One wild gull in the offing lost,

Wilder heart in my bosom tost.

One wild gull — O why but one!

Two, dear God, should there be — or none!