Leaves green foliage
screen
under an iron sky
full throttle fine
rain a live mesh
of wet wounds the
tarmac:
behind cloudburst eyes
create a distant
rainbow.

Here in the middle
way
poignancy of those
who’ve gone
before
floods the pavement
with tears
fine faces sunk to skin
& bone spirit strident
still within.

Rain reminds me always
of you
flypast on a summer’s
day, song thrush,
your grandson’s eyes:
appalling not to have
you by my side:
dreams unseeing
in the night I sleep
in stranger’s arms
wake to uncertainty

flooded with you.