Streetlights

About the new streetlights, the instinct is strong to refer to a ‘they’ who’ve made the changes. A Larkin mindset: world, unseen or in shadows, of clerks and cabinets. But that ‘they’ is gone, replaced by something glaring and tough, unbothered as wolves.
Ours is a light that stays on when others succumb to a scheme between midnight and dawn. I wasn’t here to see the changeover. Orange glow is now (with idiot irony) an all-new European white-light. Robot-silver cars and pillow-eyed neighbours waking to dreams of snow, and no school.
Fox is now wolf.

About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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