Day Two NaPoWriMo

Petals and barbed wire –
be careful where you stand.
A bicycle at the top of a hill.
The hum of a lorry and
the scream of a metal shutter.
Gone,
leaving words and silence
and an open magazine.
They didn’t understand –
like oil and water, the surface
always moving.
Nobody was beneath,
no fingers were in the ground.
It’s always about love, isn’t it?
Too far to see,
not far enough to forget.
A tiny crab and a lost ring.
The sea and the sky. A lost afternoon
spent searching.