Chasing Trains

In our pajamas

Dad loads us in the car

My brother and I

The excitement intensifies

As if we’re shooting stars

Hearing the toot toot, and engine of steam as it travels

Anticipation as it rattles

Down the tracks

Never going back only forward

We stop at the track and the conductor waves

My dad click clicks his camera away

Until it has passed

Then in the dark room

A little small alcove holding our washer and dryer

He develops the film

Shows us how it is done

We watch amazed by what the water does to the magic paper

There upon it is the train

And the conductor waves once again

As if we never left.


Angela K. Crandall

Dedicated to my father

© 5/19/15

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