as the streetcar persistently creaks, i wonder who the people riding in
this machine are
rolling down St. Charles, i stare at the familiar Victorian style
houses,
but this is not what catches my eye...
it is the man sitting diagonally across from me yelling into his phone,
or the young women studiously memorizing a text book before we stop at
Loyola, or the young elementary school girl fixing her hair in the
reflection of the window...who catch my attention
all mysterious characters who i know nothing about, yet i am so close to
it is these people who make the street car rides more unique each time i
round that corner step
it is these people for who the streetcar persistently creaks
Courtney, age 16