Breakfast with Thom GunnAubade 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 pilots 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. But ours is no Donner Party, we who feed only on scenery, the safest form of