Tongue-Tied Roundel 

The seagulls keep flying back and forth 

and I sit here, watching you 

fish for old black and blue 

lovers swimming north

 

up the Maryland coast. Of corth 

I'm tongue-tied, nothin' to do 

among seagulls flying back and forth 

but sit here, watching you

 

cast your line. For what it's worth, 

you can drag up that whole worm-eaten crew 

and slice 'em into a witch's brew 

of sad chowder. It's time to change course 

when seagulls keep flying back and forth.