Still Life
Still Life
Bound for the junction,
the 15 Streetcar heads up the avenue,
change machine chewing on coins like a man with tobacco.
It moans along, sometimes choking,
catching its electric breath to pull the hill.
Smelling of rubber and current, a few sparks spit farewell.
3/18/15
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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