Playing Train

I’m asleep
     sitting up on a
          park bench

dreaming of my
     grandchildren
          making a train—

from behind, each reaches                        

Playing Train at a park
by Jeter Skeet

     for the shoulders of
           the one ahead.

The choo-choo
      takes off down
           a grassy trail

that meanders first left
     then right, left again
          following a dream.

I awake
     with a start
          and see

that the children
     are no longer
          here.

They are too old now
     to play train
           in the park.

I doze off again
     longing for the bygone
          train to stop.

Once aboard,
     I’ll make a great
          caboose.