The Day We Slipped Through Time

GVVT bus garage

The day we slipped through time
and all the buses changed
into heritage designs
with sixties speed-stripes
coachwork curved and angled
in antique light of dead decades
we laughed to see them pass
with double pairs of headlight eyes
children once more on our way to school
and old men also, museum pieces ourselves
fraught with the same ungainly beauty
reflecting distances we have travelled through
dust brushed off and shined up bright again
or so it felt to us anachronauts, in every sense
still running, running out of time.

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