Concrete set, bannering ikon and legend;
“Traffic Enforcement Cameras”.
Between and around, busy hands twine
Lily bouquets, vivid sprays of mixed blooms,
Football shirt, like a dead crow.
Driving by and glancing, but there’s no
Blood-shush between tyre and tarmac,
No scattering of windscreen gems,
No rumours, no reports, no single shoe
In the gutter, Just the fluttering, flapping favour
Billowing lifeless in rain-faced wind.
Scene slips into rear view mirror,
Diminishing witness to two heads bowed mourners,
Kneeling on the saturated verge.
Dave Alton
