“My Swearing In”

by  Richard Fletcher

Published: June 24, 2009

I trudged homeward all footsore,
scouring the gutters for applecores.
The highways had had their days,
with passe bye laws closing in fast behind.
I don’t know what got in to us;
it was so obvious
we saw it coming
and managed to get it signposted.
Do you have memories
right up until we became reliable?
With hatches all battened
old lags had their reasons
when we turned up there twice in a row
to see if lightning
would do its traditional double take.
You know, I was far too clever for childhood
but sheeeshh......miss it horribly now.

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