In the chipped flakes of paint on the side of the van;
And the faded directions on a washed-out sticker;
Where the yellow light scatters on wet asphalt spots;
And silver trails shimmer in oil-soaked concrete.
Where the seams don’t fit on old perspex signs;
And the dirt gets in.
In the faded remains of a sprawling brown stain;
Where the mold left a scar with a raggedy edge;
The smear of blue ink on a printed receipt;
The gravelly earth where the roads do not quite meet.
In the insect remains between glass and aluminum frame;
Drawn by the lure of a fluorescent flame.