Murmurations of Being (King Salmon)

Watching snails copulate

on the sandy bluff beside the bay

Bubbles form tween their horns

shells sealed as one

motion imperceptible

A pet cemetery

a trail buffered twixt rock and field

New growth and old,

ossified turds nestle-in,

ice plants, pink, yellow

We come not to bury Fluffy

nor eulogize Spot

We nod to greet the living

commune with spirits

Listen to the lapping tide

Pelicans swoop, seagulls shriek,

single-file we follow the trail

Working off breakfast, notice

clouds, childhood memories

how polite and still it all is

Larry Crist, Trinidad