Train Room


My grandpa kept a parade
of model trains that filled an entire room.
sitting back in his chair, fingers laced atop his round belly, thumbs twiddling,
story time
each train served a purpose,
each train was special,
The Lionel Northern Boxcar,
story
the Union Pacific
Cast Metal Steam Engine,
story
the custom painted
Naperville Junction
with the golden rims,
story.

Then the demo

Sitting up straight he’d grab
the orange transformer
flick on the power,
and slowly bring to life the
intricate scene.
the metal wheels click as they
rolled over each piece of the track
passing by
evergreen trees, lightly powdered at the tips,
story
miniature houses painted red,
story
plastic sheep dogs chasing after the engines
story.

In the garage
boxes piled high,
useless cardboard boxes,
empty and lined with styrofoam,
but not to Grandpa,
-nothing was trash to him-
trains are more valuable
in the original box.

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