Maryhill Road
Your eyes were caught taut
in the cradling shadow
of the street light’s viscous hue
like blue paint flaking
on a black door.
At the edge of your eyes,
debris carefully assembled.
Faded windows and wine bottles,
everything noted.
But too little, too late.
Filth flecked sandstone
flashed in the rain.
And the colour of that rain
so hard to recall.
