The view from a parking lot
  
No seagull is flying high
in the bay today, no ships at the anchorage
waiting for the pilot.
It is a day of stillness under a grey sky that
holds no promises of a tomorrow.
The supermarket's parking place is looking
down at the cemetery in more than one way,
one is selling food, the other is storing death.
I see people walking among the gravestones
Some stones are significant others modest in the end
it doesn't mean a thing in time the dead will be
forgotten and a new supermarket built to sell
food in new variations and alluring packaging
wrapped pretentiously but is the same old thing.