Poetry - Issue 20 | May 2014

Train Kids

by Tracey

Train Kids

for Traci & Joe

They hopped the freight from Tucson, fourteen hours
on a grainer, in the rain. Got busted
just outside of Houston—bulls come pointin’
guns at us, crazy, but they took
the pup, and locked us up. We couldn’t get
her back until we paid the thirteen bucks.
Good thing is, they gave her all her shots.

They’re pierced, tattooed and scarred, clothing’s smoky,
soiled and worn, with oil and soot. They say
they’re headed south—we’ll get the Monday freight
to Tampa, where we got some friends to house us

I say, safe travels, wish them luck; they ask
for nothing, as the pup sleeps at their feet.

Baltimore, Inner Harbor

About the author

Tracey Gratch grew up in upstate NY and now lives in Quincy, MA with her husband and their four children. Her poems have appeared in various and sundry print and online publications including, Annals of Internal Medicine, The Flea,Mezzo Cammin, The New Verse News, and Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine. She has enjoyed skiing in the mountains of New Hampshire with family and friends this past winter/spring. She is looking forward to warm weather, long bike rides and relaxing at the beach.

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