The Good Old Days

It would take a flight of fancy

to parachute me back to the days

when power meant steam

and strawberries were seasonal,

when colours were primary 

and pure as smiles 

in everyday brightness.

When landings were soft,

music unplugged and 

comic books made of paper.

But those days always needed

a flight of fancy,

they were always an illusion,

a torn page from a comic book.

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