A glint of early morning sun reflected <br />in the shiny waxed panels of the parked cars <br />with blinding rays of light from the mirrored wings <br />bursting star like on my eyes from a focal intensity <br />only a pale shadow of the low lying god in my heaven <br />which hung with unknown colour in a pale blue sky. <br /> <br />The sole of my shoe crunched a gravel chipping <br />as it pressed into the dry surface of the tarmac drive <br />making a small mark in memory of my passing <br />A butterfly with painted wings left its soft repose <br />and dipped and rose upon the gentle blowing wind <br />the same air that filled my body with breath and life.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arriving-at-work-a-day-begins/
