Pale blue and a flag inside, can’t see which one.
Living people, two, chase a ball. A live one
In a cook’s apron stretched across his belly,
Holds a white cigarette by the café’s back door.
A woman, glasses perched upon her living nose.
Living dogs are straining at the leash.
Airy summer shirts, light jackets,
As expected of the living, billow in the wind.
Nothing gives away the place where all this is going down.
Here no one lies facedown in water, no one
Inexplicably refuses, in
Violation of all the rules of decency,
To get up, revive, rejoin the world of the living.
Even the ball, look, it doesn’t lie, it bounces.
May 24, 2022