Saturday, May 16, 2009


It was just after he’d decided that
he was unlikely to make it as a
Rum Runner working out of Vera Cruz,
or a Torpedo fronting up to the tough
Pinkerton Dicks in Frisco that he realised
perhaps he could make a good Snow-Plough
Driver in the streets of Anchorage, Alaska –
surely they needed good Snow-Plough Drivers
so far North!

Or, with his hands extended to
benefit from the coal fire’s heat, he thought
of being a Teacher in an Inner City Comp
just like his mum had been before she left!

Ross Kightly

Draft version from the notebook.

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