rushing the driven A road a moments glitter a stark flash the mud grass verge
cellophane reflecting sunlight protecting summer colour flowers this winter afternoon
on the roadside by the place of death the end of love
this often mourn stones memorials shrines in memory history
each a sculpted wake to the shocked imploding loss of love we all suffer
An earlier version of this poem was published by Never Bury Poetry in Autumn 2003.
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