THINK OF A TITLE.
The dandelion is rooted between two kerbstones,
close to the swerve of tyres, the scrape of shoes.
Rising achenes traverse cols of purple shadow, before
accidentally colonising the first chimney to snag them.
Forty feet below, the progenitor has suddenly
been reduced to a smear of latex and chlorophyll.
At exactly the same moment flashes of sunshine reflected
off passing motor vehicles trigger a young man's seizure.
Unconscious he wanders into the path of a Jeep Compass,
where he dies. Fewer than 5% of epileptics are photosensitive.