The Blue Truck

surprised us. It was
seaside blue
in a field of flowers
as if it was paddling, treading water,
running on empty,
No way could it escape
our eyes.
‘The intruder’ we called it,
because it seemed so alien,
so out of place, a colour-shock
going nowhere.

  The child in me
thought it had been dropped
from the sky
landing four square
on its frame.

  Who would have thought
there was a road there
and a person
stilled on camera
driving a truck
at speed?

by Neil Leadbeater

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