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.
colors and sizes
but always the same firm strokes
pounding on the ground.
I look at them from the side way
and almost intoxicated
that today they will beat
the Saint Charles street car again
on their endless run to eternity.