There is something about street lamps

that suggests to me

a “once upon a time” —

offering light that ordinary street lights

can’t compare.


Often, as the dusk begins to offer twilight

I am watching them come on

and I return to childhood.


Lamp lighters were before my time

but not by much.


Their legacy has blessed me

and has enhanced my going back

to touch the times

of how it used to be —

back when the world was just as bad

as it is now

but  cleansed by memory

seems  to be a better place.

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