She completely sparkles, the girl talking
to her father in a conversation
that must be a little funny because
she starts to laugh as well as talk, talking
of her final destination perhaps
leaving this very morning on a trip
from Lancaster on the platform going
east to Philadelphia, New York and
every other point. Then her mother
who’s been watching men working on the tracks
finally joins in and starts to point this
way and that—Which way is the train coming?
Each wears a shirt a shade of blue, the girl’s
with stars. Above the sky is blue. Clouds swirl.