Breakfast with Thom Gunn

Aubade Those who lack a talent for love have come to walk the long Pier 7. Here at the end of the imagined world are three low-flying gulls like lies on the surface; the slow red of a pilot's boat; the groan of a fisherman hacking a small shark- and our speech like the icy water, a poor translation that will not carry us across. What brought us west, anyway? A hunger.