Glide, loop, float
gulls on a
crisp breeze.
An elderly
man trudging
with groceries
across the
gray, cracked
pavement of
a defunct
shopping mall’s
parking lot.
Dim blue glow,
a clock—what
this long in-
complete life
sees in the
wondering dark.
Death, so close
to the mail-
box at noon.
Glide, loop, float
gulls on a
crisp breeze.