Putting on the lights just now
On the outside and parking lots…
Reminded me of little duels
We had at certain spots.
The shifts back then had two of us
And who did what had to be fought,
Depending on the weather.
When the outside lights went on
Was the province of the Desk…
One light switch for the porch
The “At Large” guard could wrest.*
With two-guard shifts behind me,
Except during daytime…
I only have myself to control
And that is so sublime!
* “wrest”…an older form…the base word of “wrestle.”