Snapshots

The boy killed himself with a crossbow.
The family had removed all the guns from the house
But not that.

Red the lidded eye, the smoke-filled sky

the robin flailing under the bird netting

trapped for the red of a ripened berry.

At a gas station a man digs through the garbage can

with his bare hands. Windfall swirls over the broken asphalt.

His coat flaps in the wind.