My wife and I are waiting for something. Maybe a train.
Our baby makes the sign meaning more
of something.
We are standing on the tracks
in sunlight.
Our baby makes the sign meaning more.
She’s bathed and clothed and fed.
Our baby makes the sign.
My wife and I walk the tracks through the center of town,
the sign meaning more,
waiting for something.
In sunlight, on the tracks,
we are bathed, clothed and fed,
wanting for something.
Maybe a train.