seagulls shat on both our cars
while we were inside talking
about our friends dying.
something untouched fell
from the wall, shattered.
I'm sure she was just saying hi
I thought, our missing piece.
but I felt it all day,
the uneasy wrinkle,
insistent tug.
a burst of light
in my peripheral vision
later while alone,
brought another chill.
I stopped, noted the date.
perhaps it was a
warning.
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