Poets Corner
July 30, 2026
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
