Streetcar Trolley – A Poem

Streetcars sing in heavy metaled lyrics, “next stop” Trolley, trams belch, tooting their metal giddy-up, Rolling Boston to San Francisco; Philly to Toronto Nowadays, some tracks still on strident hooves go; Six hundred volt horses on top, the carriage below. Inside; standing riders clasp iron floor branches or, Poised like Purple Gallinules birds walking on water, SwayContinue reading “Streetcar Trolley – A Poem”