When I go and see my auntie
she takes me time travelling.
Her shoebox of memories
is a portal
to old Clifton glamour
and GIs on English streets.
If she’s feeling up to it
we’ll take a drive around town
past childhood favourites
that she views
with third eye vision.
This time she spots an ice cream van
and uses her powers
to transport us
back to when she was doing the driving
and I was on tip toes
pointing at the cider apple flavour.
Alex J Rankin 