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.