Memorial Day

a street-sweeping truck

an old man shuffling

I on my bicycle shoving
     films and letters
          into slots

not much else except
     trees in pink or

waves in flashy

two breakfasters in
     window booths

four shorebirds pecking
     sand-fleas on
          the beach

Sometimes parades
     compose themselves
          of who shows up

I wish I’d thought
     to bring a kettle or
          two lids to strike

—Georgia Ressmeyer, Sheboygan