SAINT CHARLES ST.

It is delightful seeing the young people jogging

down the street car’s tracks

of Saint Charles street.

The beautiful bodies pouring sweat

now beaten by the sun

or later bounced around by the wind.

Different shapes

colors and sizes

but always the same firm strokes

pounding on the ground.

I look at them from the side way

helpless

tired

and almost intoxicated

only fantasizing

that today they will beat

the Saint Charles street car again

on their endless run to eternity.