Nicola Sturgeon is still there-alone
The sign that holds her name:
Black marks on a pure white rectangle
Has lost its twin marking the Time.
The hall meeting is past, history
Still it stands as the small haar lifts;
It is the morning after the vote.
No one has moved her, no one has taken it.
It seems nothing has changed
It has, and nothing is yet written
What and who will be on other signs, other markers.