Roadside Shrine
¶ 1
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His Liverpool scarf hangs
pole to pole
beneath the village sign.
¶ 2
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Cold as winter’s breath.
Left over night alone.
Misty rain and morning frost.
¶ 3
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A match day scarf,
marking place of death,
kerbside to traffic and passing day.
¶ 4
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Flowers taped to metal,
gaudy ribbons, transparent wraps,
cards with disbelief.
¶ 5
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Why him and what to say?
Familiar voices spreading news,
piecing together uncertainty.
¶ 6
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Wondering as petals die,
why this scarf no longer fills
their empty space.
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