Strewing the tarmac
green crates spewing
glass shattered on the road
Annoyed cars unable to pass
A wilderness of debris
viewed from afar
by drivers leaving their cars
to discover why
their journey was halted
yet in that time where
purpose was diffused
on the surface
perhaps those bonds
formed in mishaps
meant broken glass
seemed heaven sent.
"Sorry," said the man
who drove the lorry
whose crates fell off
Who had some time to muse.