WHEN I WAS A BOY
I squandered hours and days
dreaming of my classmate,
Blossom—who seemed to vibrate
with the hum of an Am-track train.
I longed to climb aboard her caboose.
She could never remember my name
as if I was a shadow passing in her way.
I remained lost in her lost and found.
She sank a stone in my heart,
ignoring my juvenile mating call—
tossing me aside like a toy she had outgrown.