oh geez
the old woman says but
they don't get out of the way
she adds frowning
standing outside the walmart
looking down on a seagull its
head smashed, smeared red
across the white lined asphalt

ice salt like silt settles
in layers on broken wax
candles cards and plastic flowers
photos faded in the sun all
piled on a corner where
two months ago
a boy died by mistake