Baby on board.

I sit on a train full
of people,
just my baby
and me.

Twirling, tapping,
tangling up my
with butterflies.

Flipping, folding,
holding, like a
onto rings.

Side kicking memories
of skippidy
doo dah
in my mind.

Dancing the pasodoble
to the rumbles of
the carriage
carrying us home.