A Poem a Day (99): Zips and pins and gloves

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Zips and pins and gloves

Zips and pins and gloves,

Red and black and yew.

Branches of pretence reckoned

Where the beckoning is due.

We played in haste, kicking balls

To the wind, the acres drawn out

In an evergreen, muddy blanket.

Can you still smell this earth?

I pull a memory to the fore and it’s us,

Straggly, like electrified wires,

Bent and crackling with veracity.

It’s a fond picture that spills over.

And it’s long overdue, this yesterday.

We rush and we never really stop,

We talk and briskly fail to ever listen.

Our knees always crusted with our scrapes,

We’d heave our bikes up the steepest slopes

And scurry the world over in one day.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 2, 2019