On a Supermarket run,
I drive a little faster than
considered legal, find
a few black cars pootling along
so I start to overtake them
chasing fast with my radio on
until I get the idea– like a sudden dawn –
it’s a loss to race a funeral procession!
In the end I slow down the outside lane,
drive at 20 – respect their long line
until all falls away, even sound,
with my lumpy throat and tears running down
for a life that is flowing and a life that has flown;
a heart that is thudding, a heart that has gone.