No Fly-tipping

A Poem

You only get fined 
If you get caught, and
The Earth went unseen
When it dumped a scrap 
Of glacial lake
On a back lane
Like a broken fridge.

To the dogwalkers
It was a puddle.
But I fell from run 
Into walk.
Reversed a few steps.

Who’s thrown this away?

Mirrored sky, 
Branches on blue.

An alpine lake
Dumped on the roadside
Like fly-tipped wonder.