Trainspotting

Hearts pounding louder than the rumble of the iron horse racing towards them.

Two young cousins with eyes full of stars and sparkling smiles
The personifications of Tinker Bell’s magical dust.

They walk up the slight stairs into a moving world,
steps a bit too steep for their small legs
nerve ends quivering with anticipation.

Arms outstretched like wings mimicking their friends the red-tailed hawk
fleet of foot, they are in their own minds
as they traverse the narrow hallway.

Soft, yet stern grandmotherly words of warning,
they fill the air over their heads like bubbles of a comic book.
She is a psychic reader of thoughts

The best planned hitchhike of all time,
was that magical Amtrak ride.

First real taste of freedom
soda fountain floating
above the rapidly disappearing ground
ice cold drinks held in small, warm hands
hearts soaring to dance with the passing clouds.

A lifelong memory of
the clickity clack
adventurous spirits
stoked with a new flame

The stealing
of unfettered laughter
the warmth
of grandparent’s love.

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