The Sand Hill Review http://www.sandhillreview.org
2004
San Francisco runs
vintage streetcars from around the world on
for the Streetcar
Today I saw Desire
darkly painted steel, hard
bells
wheels and unseen motivation.
In the morning traffic she is
thick
with patches and paint,
only a streetcar
keeping to the track
lumbering.
Little hints at her whirling
colors
restless forces in the night
heat driven engine that
gave her name.
Speeding past are
carelessness
surface movements
cars full of assumptions.
We are refuge, strangers,
keeping our promise to her
this time remembering
kindness
touching our hands to
the flame. Not drawing back.