The Red Fire Engine
Dead grass,
smudged windows,
abandoned,
a toy truck
glints a splash of red
in the dry yellow yard.
A rust covered bell
dangles a cotton string,
black from grubby hands.
Silvery ghost child
laughter floats in the still air.
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