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Reading the Train Book, I Think of Lisa Maggie Smith In the board book there is a train, not a train but a picture of a train on thick cardboard pages my son fumbles to turn. In the book with a spine gummed soft, there is no car parked beside the tracks and no black-haired woman standing by the car not parked beside the tracks. In the book there is a train, each car its own color, one car heaped high with coal, not coal but a drawing of coal. See the engine, the neat cloud of steam above it, not steam at all, and the engineer in his striped cap smiling in the little window, not a window. In the book there is no black-haired woman on the tracks, not tracks. I am holding my son who is holding the train book and waiting for me to sing the long, happy sound, not happy but a warning, doubled and doubled again. -- p2: defenestrate -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc), 來自: 114.42.218.136 (臺灣) ※ 文章網址: https://www.ptt.cc/bbs/poetry/M.1573366230.A.966.html
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