Luculent giggles
of a
child's laughter
danced to the song
of a
locomotive's
trek
across an
insipid land.
Though destination
has no cast,
a summons
to it tickles
playfully
at resolve
where wanderlust
is but
a
footfall
away.
Sarenade your sweet
siren song,
my giglet, my minx.
Footsteps to
my love where
ever they
may lead.
A sigh of
contentment
as a home
is slung
to the back
once again.
