Toy Town
By Terra Wolfe
The toy village
sits forgotten
in the hills.
But still
the little people
come and go
even though
they are getting rusty.
Girls sit
on dusty porches
and wait for book stories.
Boys race cars
up and down the street.
Today
is yesterday
a little older.
On schedule
the trains clang through.
The clock
on the jewelry store
has read 8:25
since 1921.
Sidewalks crumble.
A cinderblock
will hold
the porch up
for awhile.
Even the river
runs slower
than before.
The toys
wind down
with the day.
The child
who turns the key
has no imagination
is getting bored.
Copyright Terra Wolfe 2006