passed tense
take the railroad track
foot after foot upon sleeper
upon frosty sleeper
underfoot understand
passed the staccato
of the wagon works
manned by the likely lads
sworn in spit
passed engine sheds
steamed in oil rags
and blue dungarees
turntabled in childhood
passed the signal box
boyed in signal dreams
the siding’s points slewed
by the long-ironed levers
passed the frogspawn
spotted kids with their
jam jars and hopes for
grass snakes in trepidation
of bravado’s flaring eyes
passed the joiners works
all sawdust and shavings
so clean upon the pine air
and the mortise and tenon
of childhood and sweethearts
passed six pit junction
the biro-smudged train spotting books
the bottomless pit where
stones never arrived
at their expectation
past tense
passed tense those wings on heels
flying flying flying
and never landing on the future
that remains fixed in the past
passed time
itself passed time itself
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