the enso

"Seagulls at Sylvan Beach" by marlowe

the poem

In a town defined by seasons, one day
changes everything. Either
popsicles are now served
or black raspberry ice cream is shelved.
Opportunities come and go. You
might have to wait months
before the next grilled hot dog.
But the gulls hang on,
convinced you will return, will leave
a path of crumbs to be consumed
just like any other day.