"In the mini-mall parking lot, the girls cast stones."

In the mini-mall parking lot, the girls cast stones
over the Auk and the Beothuk bones.
The concrete saw throws up dust. At dusk it rose
over the rose of the street-car tracks
down to the freight tracks, where signs collect
and compassion's tied up
head in a plastic bag
facing the great realization.
I propose whatever it is you're waiting for
A clown on a carpet or a bourbon sour
An orange tulip, a bed of dirt painted teal
first of perennials