A38 down Abbey Hill.
Ripley, Heanor, Langley Mill.
Frosty trees. The morning star.
Fly-tip sofa. Abandoned car.
Blue lights flashing, siren’s wail.
UPS, Hermes, Royal Mail.
Flowers on that lamp post. He was too young to die.
Wind turbines turning in the cloudy sky.
Rose hip, red hawthorn, bramble, pine.
Sutton in Ashfield, A619.
Too young to die but now he’s dead.
Hands on the wheel. Eyes ahead.
Merge in turn. Give way to right.
Young mums with pushchairs wait for the light.
The lights turn green, the lights turn red.
Hucknall, Newark, Ravenshead.
High above, the storm gulls fly.
Wind turbines turning in the autumn sky.