Trudy Pushpin

Trudy Pushpin 

Can you smell him?
He smells like mothballs. 
Can you feel that net? 
I was so young then. 
He grew old and couldn't play with them. 
And my brother would always give them away 
To the man with the jungle in his backyard 
And a train set in his garage. 
You see, no one drove us then, 
And his mother broke her hip three times. 
Serves her right. 
Her son killed monarchs, 
And other things i liked to watch fly.