Tick Tock

The sky is blue blind
black and grey cast a cloud over
child care play

rain rises in autumn fall
as the asphalt bleeds rainbows

A black car pulls up to the curb-side
the door thuds shut
feet clack in hurried step

buckles and clips unclasped
an errant brick sticks from
amid the rubble ridden road-side path
a trick of mud and puddled rain
hide it from sight
a hurried kick and

gravity grips like a tyre gaining traction
tiny lump of flesh and blood blinks
an addled muddle in flooded puddle
woozy swoon
of faded colours
stunned
mullet of glossy eyes
A lump forms on her head
his broken bled a small clash
of red that dilutes to pink

Blue, red, blue, red
screams a wail of mothers despair

Can what is cracked be repaired

a glazed lens peers ponderously
glimmer a gleam of scale flash
as we await the results of tests

to explain the rain
the slip
the pain
and what next

fingers knot and clench
we wait as minutes clock
time that won't stop

exhale loooong drawn out
shoulders hunch forward
Head down
four hands rest
on four knees
four feet stand
in
watery droplets

oxygen thin
lungs ache
in relief