1977

[ellajam]

1977
 
The streetlights have only just come on
and Father’s summoning whistle
stabs into the park.
 
I could kiss you quickly
(before it gets dark)
and have an excuse
to turn and run.

I love the whistle and how it interrupts that magical time of dusk. While the year may be important because it was a time when parents didn't insist on knowing exactly where their children were at every minute, a time when Be home before dark was enough, I think the poem may be more universal if the title was the N's age at the time.

Lovely read, thanks.