As you flutter by the motorway,
Catching drifts from passing freight,
Swept inside the hour late,
Vortex pull and sound the bell,
Revealed within an empty shell,
Park up in the unlocked yard,
Watch your step for broken shards,
Colourful buzz still awaits the sun,
Bringing flurry to everyone,
Footsteps bring an echoing sway,
Crackle under boot the urban decay,
Passage time and corridor thought,
So many hopeful and only one door,
Relentless flap and giving dues,
Inventing sorrows to thus include,
So nothing now can be the same,
As you tidal wave the carriageway,
Be as bold as houses on the Island shore,
Take no heed and flutter no more.
Rowan Blair Colver