looming large and suddenly
at speed there is no time
as you slam into the windscreen
with such force
the wipers are activated
all that remains
the perfect imprint of your wings
and a smear across the glass
A life in poetry
A life in poetry
looming large and suddenly
at speed there is no time
as you slam into the windscreen
with such force
the wipers are activated
all that remains
the perfect imprint of your wings
and a smear across the glass