Trudy Pushpin
Can you smell him?
He smells like mothballs.
Can you feel that net?
I was so young then.
He grew old and couldn't play with them.
And my brother would always give them away
To the man with the jungle in his backyard
And a train set in his garage.
You see, no one drove us then,
And his mother broke her hip three times.
Serves her right.
Her son killed monarchs,
And other things i liked to watch fly.
