not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

alongside the train

it's only happened once in the last year
that they've left the train cars for me

it's not even the cars themselves
although i love the cars
we walk alongside
my children climb them
jump wide
claim a new kind of ownership
i wonder what memories they will grow with
what they will think, remember

i breathe deeply, say, oh, do you smell that?
they don't
but i go places