Larger than hands

Those metal trains

On the crisscrossing

Tracks

Running in circles

Loud whistles

Flashing lights

Little pills

In the engine’s stack

Make it smoke

Signs stop

Railroad crossing

Empty houses

Painted grass.

Those tiny chairs

In my small house

A dining room table

A tiny pot, a plastic turkey

Forks, spoons and knives

An ironing board and iron

Rooms with windows

No view of grass

No trees, silence

Nothing moves

Waiting

For dolls

That do not fit

The couch.