Saul Bennett
Trolley Car To The Stars
Trolley transfer points were wondrous at 5,
binding planets.
Awaiting your connecting car
watching your first trolley shimmy off toward
downtown Jupiter held your winter breath.
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Our first trolley once was a weathered
crimson below the belt, faded cream upper,
belly button headlight
ingesting an endless tube of gathering dusk.
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As our next trolley turtled closer my aunt shouted
"Watch out!"
yanking me off the cobbled block.
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When the conductor shooshed
the flopping steps down
I was first aboard
for the run from the Bronx to Mars!