A Scene From Back Bay Station I Shall Never Forget
slimy concrete.
diesel smoke.
November turned brown.
she stands
slumped and uncertain
and overly burdened.
a cold wind.
a distant whistle echoes.
a rumbling underneath.
the mighty Engine pulls up through crumpled earth.
the too-young mother asks sweetly:
are you ready Leona?
the little girl smiles
and twists on the balls of her feet.
Copyright © Sam Toil | Year Posted 2014
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