by t. l. cummings on January 22, 2014

Train Boy
He chuckled at the little blue train,
a whirring blur on the wooden track,
the singing toot for a plastic cow,
a warning flag by a cracked left spur,
as whizzing cars flew across the bridge,
he chuckled at the little blue train.
— Mommy
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