Each day he swayed,
on the corner by the road,
staring intently-Cheap Flights
To Spain- plastered on the billboard.
Flapping his arms as if imitating
the plane he wished would
take him away while keeping warm.
Later workmen came,
tore down the hoarding,
his once hidden shelter pulled apart.
He took flight beneath vapour trails
of jets, searching for settlement
behind tundra coated hedgerows
for his place in the sun,
aviating among the cloudy smoke
of his own shallow breathing.