train track as balance beam
railroad ties for hopscotch
a couple quarters down for the 7:20 train
the locomotive's headlight is about a mile away
we hear the ding-ding-ding-ding
at the Shamrock Road crossing
the horn (get off the traaaaacks!)
cars still trying to beat this one
it's always long
we scurry off to the side to
hide in the vines and weeds
wind and rumble
rhythm of wheels
I close my eyes
the final breeze
then the quiet search for our flattened coins
and a wave to the caboose
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Nice, Cathy! It made me think of hangin out and drinkin coffee all night while listening to the last remains of Kurt before the arrival of the exhausted Crow. Of course, this stuff is our stuff, but it's all just stuff. Keep on doing your stuff...
Jay
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